[Urban] The Shy Young Woman Qianrong (Complete) - 1-3

Chapter 1.

Inside the RV's bathroom, warm water steamed gently. Hot water, which should have revitalized a weary person, now seemed lifeless to Qianrong, who lay motionless against the edge of the tub, soaking in it.

She stared at the roof, her large, bright eyes now brimming with tears, two streams of liquid, indistinguishable as tears or condensation from the hot water, flowing down her cheeks.

Her once fair and delicate body, brimming with youth and vitality, was now immersed in the cooling water.

Even through the steam, the bruises and welts were a horrifying sight. The terrible ordeal she had just experienced—rape and gang rape—and her boyfriend's cowardly behavior, had not only ravaged her body but also shattered her heart. She

couldn't believe her boyfriend could be so cowardly, pushing her to those beasts for his own safety. She was heartbroken and devastated, her heart bleeding. She, once a pampered princess, had everything so beautiful, but in the past two days,

everything had been completely changed. Her body was covered in marks of pinching and twisting on her snow-white breasts, and her shoulders and waist were covered in bruises from being pinched and bitten, and hickeys from being sucked so hard. Although it was all over, the torment she had endured still lingered. Even when she was immersed in hot water, she couldn't close her legs. Between her long, slender, snow-white legs, her once tender and lovely vulva was so swollen and red from being penetrated by countless men that it couldn't even close. The slightest touch or friction from her legs sent excruciating pain through her.

She sobbed softly, biting her lip, curling up in near collapse, carefully moving her legs, pressing her knees against her ravaged, snow-white breasts—breasts that countless men had wanted to play with, and which had indeed been touched by countless men today. Her smooth back, slender waist, and full hips curved into perfect arcs with her movements.

She huddled in the small bathtub, her body bobbing up and down in the hot water. She thought of dying, but lacked the courage. She felt so helpless and powerless, wishing it was all just a nightmare, that when she opened her eyes again everything would be back to normal, that she could return to hosting her show at the TV station, and live happily surrounded by her friends again.

But all of this was clearly just a dream, an unattainable luxury. ...

"Miss Zhao, how are you? Feeling much better after the bath?"

After her bath, Qianrong put back on the clothes she had worn. A cool blue-green tank top and shorts, but no bra or underwear. Qianrong didn't know which bastard had taken her underwear. Faced with this situation, she instinctively wanted to resist, but given her predicament, even if those people let her leave, she couldn't walk without clothes, so she reluctantly put them back on.

The thin clothes couldn't conceal Qianrong's wounds, much less her full, snow-white breasts.

Looking in the mirror, she could see a large expanse of her beautiful, white breasts exposed outside her collar, along with her deep cleavage. Normally, she would be proud of her impressive breasts, but now, without a bra, the pain from the men biting her nipples and rubbing them against her skin was unbearable. The physical pain only made Qianrong hate herself for being born with such a body.

Her shorts, forced on her by Ye Zhengshun, were a very short style, and now, without underwear, not only were her long, slender, snow-white legs completely exposed, but her ravaged vulva was also aching and itchy from the friction of the fabric. Combined with the physical and mental torment, she almost cried. After

showering, Qianrong emerged from the bathroom, completely broken and numb, sitting in the large room of the RV. Ni Yu, dressed in a standard director's uniform, sat opposite her with a grin, watching the alluring cleavage of her snow-white breasts revealed through the loose neckline of her off-the-shoulder top. Her long, slender, snow-white legs, though she tried to close them tightly, couldn't. She could only sit with her legs slightly apart, making it obvious to anyone with eyes to what was going on, her delicate hands trying to cover the exposed areas at the hem of her trousers.

He said with a grin, "Today's filming is temporarily over. However, to be honest, I'm not entirely satisfied with Miss Zhao's professional attitude."

"Satisfied? What would it take to satisfy you? Give me some more drugs, have someone rape me, and make me shout 'It feels so good!' before you're satisfied?"

A tear of humiliation slid down Qian Rong's cheek. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing from her eyes, wiping them with the back of her hand, her full breasts heaving rapidly with excitement.

"No, of course not!"

Ni Yu shook his head, saying helplessly, "Miss Zhao, I hope you understand that we are co-producing a film, not just randomly hiring people to shoot some sensational news to sell. If it were for some kind of sensational effect, I could have you do bestiality tonight, or have you run naked through the streets being dragged by a car."

"You're shameless! You're not human!"

Qian Rong shouted, unable to bear it any longer.

Ni Yu calmly accepted Qian Rong's angry outburst, saying indifferently, "It seems that judging from what just happened, Miss Zhao is the one who prefers shamelessness, isn't she?"

Thinking of everything that had just happened—being stripped naked by those men, then drugged and forced to have sex with them so lewdly, being gang-raped—Qian Rong's beautiful face immediately flushed with shame. Facing Ni Yu, she trembled with anger. "You're lying! You drugged me and forced me to do it!"

"Yes, no matter what you say, that's the real problem. What we need is a leading lady who doesn't need to be forced, who will take initiative during performances and cooperate with other actors without drugs." "

If Miss Zhao looks at the contract more carefully, you should notice that the screenings of the films we make for you are limited to a very small number of members. If you cooperate with us, it won't change your life, and you can even earn a lot of money. But if you refuse to cooperate, everything will be different."

Seeing Qian Rong glaring angrily at him, Ni Yu continued, "Look, you're a popular idol, and you have such a handsome 'boyfriend'." Upon hearing the word "boyfriend," Qian Rong trembled again. Two streams of tears, filled with indignation at Peter's cowardice and uselessness, anger at his selfish behavior, and the fact that her beloved boyfriend was such a person—a fact she only just realized—flowed from her swollen eyes once more.

Peter, however, was startled when Ni Yu mentioned him. He hadn't dared to raise his head, but now, sitting stiffly beside Qian Rong, he fearfully looked up at the famous director before him, wondering what he was about to do.

"Look," Ni Yu said, "you have your life, and your current life—this kind of high-profile, popular TV host making adult videos—is about being an idol star, and on the other hand, about being so alluring and seductive. That's what attracts my clients the most." "

According to the pre-signed agreement, and considering maximum profit, we can guarantee that what happens here tonight will not be leaked. Uh, I hope you don't misunderstand. It's not that I'm afraid you'll call the police or anything. My clients, hehe, or rather, your audience, Ms. Zhao, are all prominent figures. Even if you expose this, it won't do you any good. Besides, we have crucial witnesses here to prove that everything you did was voluntary, right, Lao Ye, hmm?"

"Of course," Ye Zhengshun readily agreed, having already committed the crime, and naturally nodded in agreement when he was mentioned.

And Peter? No matter how unwilling he was, or how much he hated these people, he still lowered his head in fear after Ni Yu glanced at him and stammered, "It was voluntary, Qianrong did it voluntarily..."

"Peter Chen! Are you even a man?!"

Qianrong, already utterly disappointed in Peter, couldn't bear it any longer when he uttered those words again. She stood up, pointing at him and shouting angrily.

"Qianrong, I...look at the situation now, no matter what, do what Director Ni says...I...I'm just trying to protect you!"

"Protect me! I think you're just trying to protect yourself!"

Seeing Peter still making excuses, Qianrong's voice trembled with anger.

Inside the RV, the beautiful and innocent woman loudly berated her cowardly boyfriend, her full breasts trembling with anger as she breathed heavily. Even Ni Yu, who was used to seeing beautiful women, couldn't help but lick his lips slightly as he looked at the woman with her long, beautiful legs. He continued with an air of confidence, not in a hurry, just watching Qianrong berate Peter until he stopped talking and the beautiful woman was about to faint from anger. Only then did he have Ye Zhengshun bring out a document and place it on the coffee table.

"Alright, if there are no objections, Ms. Zhao, please sign this supplementary agreement to the contract. After that, you can go back first. Um, I'll have Lao Ye bring you over if there's any work needed."

Qianrong glared angrily at Ni Yu. If looks could kill, her gaze would definitely be the kind that could kill someone. As for Ni Yu, even in this situation, he still looked at the beautiful young woman in front of him with a smile.

"Peter, try to persuade your girlfriend. Otherwise, how about I find some more people, maybe some dogs too, and shoot a few more scenes? We can send the film to the newspapers and TV stations, and then we can talk about cooperation? Uh, but if that's the case, I'll just have to accept the loss, and Miss Zhao won't be very attractive to my clients anymore."

Knowing that his parents valued their reputation highly, and that he himself was extremely concerned about his image, Peter couldn't sit still when he heard Ni Yu's threat. He immediately advised Qian Rong, "Qian Rong, don't hold back. Look at the situation now. Director Ni wants you to sign, so just sign." "

Chen Peter! You're not a man! I really regret ever knowing you in this life!"

"Qian Rong, I'm doing this for your own good!"

"You, you..."

"If you don't sign, they won't let you go. Do you really want to be raped by a bunch of men again? Or do you really like it?"

At this point, Chen Peter's words clearly turned into a question, and even he was saying this to himself in his mind. It was unclear whether it was to shirk his responsibility or a kind of hypnosis.

Unexpectedly, she was raped, and as her boyfriend, not only could he not protect her, but he even said such things. Qianrong couldn't bear it at all. "Fine, fine, Peter Chen, you say I like sleeping with other men, right? Fine, I like it. Those men are much better than you."

Hating her boyfriend's uselessness and even more so his selfishness, Qianrong picked up a pen, didn't even look at the supplementary contents of the agreement, and quickly wrote her name. "You like watching me get raped, don't you? Peter Chen, if you don't watch it from now on, you're not a man. Okay, are you satisfied now? Waaah..."

After signing her name, Qianrong could no longer bear it and turned her back to the three men who disgusted her. She slightly raised her chin, trying her best to stop crying. But the tears of shame, humiliation, and even despair still flowed down continuously, and her round, beautiful, snow-white shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

"Alright, then we'll handle it through an agreement from now on. Miss Zhao, don't worry, I'm a legitimate businessman. For me, only if you maintain your current status as a popular VJ and become a huge star will your films have a selling point."

"Peter Chen, from now on, you'd better take good care of your girlfriend. If anything happens to Miss Zhao, you'll be fully responsible."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely take good care of her."

...

Ye Zhengshun used his car to take Qianrong and Peter back to their residence. As soon as they entered the room, Qianrong, unable to bear it any longer, immediately collapsed onto the bed and burst into tears.

As for Peter, the threats, humiliations, and beatings he had suffered throughout the day led him to take out a whole bottle of whiskey and drink it straight from the bottle without even adding ice. The two, who were a golden couple just a few days ago, enjoying the envious glances of everyone, were now suddenly faced with this drastic change, and neither of them could bear it. Every time Peter thought about Qianrong's alluring, snow-white body, how many men would violate her, how many people would see her naked, and how she would fawn over those men, his anger flared up.

Damn it! It's all because you're so shameless! If you hadn't always worn such revealing clothes, you would

n't be in this state. He thought that if he hadn't worried about his reputation, afraid of being called a cuckold, if he had called the police earlier, Qianrong wouldn't have been gang-raped. Peter drank his wine, watching Qianrong cry on the bed. He looked at her long, slender legs exposed from her shorts, the marks of rope binding on her snow-white skin, the bruises, and her jade-like white feet. The fire in his heart quickly erupted into a raging inferno.

"Thud!" Having suffered so much humiliation that day, Peter threw down his wine bottle and viciously pounced on Qianrong.

"Peter, what are you doing?"

Startled, Qianrong cried out like a frightened fawn as Peter suddenly pressed her down.

"What are you doing?"

Peter Chen, while pulling Qianrong's body towards him, searched for her mouth, forcing his lips close to hers. He also grabbed her breasts through her clothes, kneading, squeezing, and pinching them, roaring, "I'll fuck you! What? Is that not okay?"

"Get out! I hate you!"

Having endured a night of torment, Qianrong, who needed comfort and someone to lean on, was so enraged by Peter Chen's actions that she wanted to kill him. She twisted her body violently, her pretty face almost bloodless, determined to die rather than let him touch her.

Qianrong's full breasts, through her clothes and Peter Chen's large hands, were almost completely pressed against his chest. She tried to back away, twisting her waist, her long legs kicking the bed with all her might, even her lovely, white toes seemed to be exerting all their strength, curling up and rubbing against the mattress.

"Hate me? Didn't you say you couldn't sleep without me? What? You look down on me after being with those guys?"

"Peter Chen, you're not a man! Get out! Get out!"

The usually refined Peter Chen became like a beast, slipping his hands inside Qianrong's vest and kneading her beautiful breasts forcefully. Qianrong's elastic breasts pressed tightly against his hands, and with each squeeze and pinch, he could feel their amazing elasticity. Unable to believe that her boyfriend would say such a thing, Qianrong's heart almost broke. Tears of disappointment and hatred for Peter Chen streamed from her beautiful eyes. Peter Chen, however, didn't care at all. He kneaded Qianrong's breasts, pinching the bright red nipples, feeling their elasticity and fullness. But it was precisely this that made him even more frenzied. "Such beautiful breasts should have belonged only to me, but now, now..." Peter Chen kneaded Qianrong's breasts forcefully, pressing her down, while kissing her face passionately. Hating Peter's incompetence, Qianrong twisted her body violently to avoid his lips as he tried to kiss her. She used all her strength to push against Peter's chest, preventing him from pressing down on her.

In the fierce struggle, Qianrong's top was pulled up above her chest, and under the light, her full breasts, glistening with sweat and oil from the struggle, appeared even more sensual. Peter Chen pressed down on Qianrong forcefully, kneading her breasts and moving closer to her face. But beyond his physical possession, he couldn't go any further. Seeing that he couldn't subdue Qianrong, Peter, his eyes almost reddening, suddenly noticed the wardrobe beside him.

"Fine! You'd rather be gang-raped by those men than let me touch you, is that it?"

Peter Chen's angry roar tore at Qianrong's heart. She had loved her boyfriend so much, even knowing those men had ill intentions, she had still risked her life for him, and now he was saying this to her—his words were like knives, cutting into Qianrong's heart, making her feel that what flowed from Qianrong's eyes wasn't tears, but her heart bleeding.

In Peter Chen's roar, Qianrong's soul seemed to be pulled out of her body, and she suddenly stopped struggling.

She stared blankly as Chen Peter leaped off her, then rummaged through drawers and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, lunging at her again.

As a modern woman, Qianrong was actually quite open about sex, especially when sharing intimacy with her boyfriend. To make him happy, they sometimes played little games together, like handcuffing one of them, and then… but all of that was done in a state of mutual enjoyment and pleasure.

When she saw Chen Peter pull out the handcuffs, Qianrong immediately understood his plan. She suddenly snapped back to reality, screaming and trying to run away, but Chen Peter pounced on her and pinned her to the bed. With

her young body beneath him, Chen Peter could clearly feel how voluptuous Qianrong's body was, how alluring her curves were. He pressed her down tightly, squeezing her voluptuous body, panting. With a "click," he handcuffed her left hand, then continued to twist her body, pressing his lower body tightly against Qianrong's elastic buttocks. He clearly felt his penis pressing against those incredibly bouncy mounds, then sliding towards the center of her buttocks. At the same time, he yelled and roared, forcefully twisting Qianrong's other slender arm, handcuffing both hands behind her back. Then, in this position, he frantically pulled and yanked, pulling down Qianrong's shorts.

"Fine, you like being tied up like this and having sex with people, right? Okay, I'll do this to you every day from now on? Hmm? Happy now? Satisfied? Hmm?"

The thin shorts were pulled down from her two long, snow-white legs, and Qianrong's two stunningly curved, snow-white buttocks were immediately and clearly presented to Peter's eyes. Glancing at those plump, beautiful buttocks that he had touched, played with, and even slapped countless times during games, Peter Chen's lust surged to its peak.

He rubbed his member between Qianrong's buttocks, suppressing her struggling body. After vaguely finding a spot, without any preparatory movements, without even confirming what part it was, and without realizing it wasn't Qianrong's vagina, he thrust in.

"Wow!"

The moment Peter's penis pierced her tender anus, Qianrong felt as if her lower body was being torn apart, as if her whole body was being ripped open. She cried out in pain, her slender waist and exquisitely curved back arching backward in an extreme bow. Even so, her full breasts were still exaggeratedly pressed against the bed, looking as if they were about to burst from the front.

The pain of Chen Peter's penis penetrating her small anus caused Qianrong's legs to twitch, her beautiful, snow-white legs tensing almost as if in a spasm. Her perfect feet even arched from the pain, her jade-like toes clenching tightly as if about to snap off.

With her arms cuffed, Qianrong cried helplessly, her black hair obscuring her sweat-drenched face. The pain of the penetration rendered her completely immobile—in reality, Qianrong's anus wasn't untouched virgin territory; rather, it had already been penetrated by men's penises before those dildos. However, like other sex toys, it was always done with thorough preparation, and she would clean herself beforehand. The

dryness and lack of lubrication in her delicate anus exceeded Qianrong's tolerance. She cried out in agony, her body tense, her full breasts trembling as she struggled to breathe, only cold air reaching her lungs. She hoped Peter would remember their love and spare her. But Peter, nearly insane, paid no heed, feeling his penis inside Qianrong, the intense pressure, the sensation of penetrating a virgin's vagina, only fueling his lust.

He thrust his hips, pressing down on Qianrong's limbs, twisting his buttocks, thrusting in, in, deeper, out, in, in, and in again. The tight, pressing position made movement difficult, so Peter's movements were slow, even deliberate. But even so, the pain of his not-so-impressive penis piercing her delicate rectum, the tearing pain in her anus, was unbearable for Qianrong.

Qianrong's slender waist and the muscles on her two long, snow-white legs were all taut. The tender flesh around her anus seemed to twist and contort with each thrust, expanding and contracting, making her feel as if her soul was about to leave her body with each insertion of Chen Peter's penis, only to be jolted back to life by the excruciating pain—a living state that felt worse than death.

"Ugh...waaa..."

With each thrust of Chen Peter's penis into her anus, Qianrong let out a painful groan. Each thrust felt as if her rear was being torn apart. Tears streamed from her beautiful eyes; she felt like she was dying, but her body's most authentic reaction was the lingering pain, telling her she was still alive, being raped by her boyfriend.

"Hmm? You slut? Don't you like being fucked? Hmm?"

Chen Peter thrust again and again, shouting loudly. Qianrong made no movement of her own, completely following his every move. Her snow-white body was like a frog lying on the ground, its front paws tied to its back, its two long, slender, snow-white legs spread apart, its toes clenched tightly, its back arched upwards, rubbing forward again and again, crying.

Chen Peter, pressed tightly against her, could clearly smell the fragrance emanating from this delicate body, and clearly feel the sensation of Qianrong's tender, snow-white buttocks pressing against his abdomen. 'These buttocks were originally mine to possess, only mine to possess!' Driven by anger and lust, Chen Peter thrust in and out at his fastest speed. However, the unexpected reality was that because his penis was being squeezed so tightly in Qianrong's anus, and because of her bent position, he hadn't been thrusting for long before he felt a surge of heat rush to the head of his penis, and he couldn't help but ejaculate.

"Wow!"

The white, cloudy semen sprayed into her tender anus. Poor Qianrong, this popular female VJ, had just been raped by a group of men, and now she was being raped by her own boyfriend. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she was utterly beyond tears.

Hot liquid shot deep into her rectum, and then, just as she felt Chen Peter finally release her, his thick member finally withdrawing from her anus, before Qianrong could even catch her breath, he grabbed her hair and dragged her up again.

"Bitch! You like men's dicks, huh? Fine! I'll give you enough today."

Seemingly insane, Peter Chen pulled his penis out of Qianrong's body. Her tightly stretched anus felt like taut rubber; as his penis withdrew, there was even an unimaginable suction, making a "pop" sound. Having ejaculated, Peter Chen, his anger far from subsided, barely caught his breath before grabbing Qianrong's head and forcing him to perform oral sex on her, hoping to recover quickly.

Poor Qianrong looked at Peter Chen's still-erect penis, limp and lifeless like a rotten earthworm, seemingly covered in some yellowish substance. She had a guess at what it was and felt a wave of nausea. Before, whenever they played anally, Peter Chen was always very gentle; even when they played more roughly, they would always wash up first for hygiene.

Qianrong didn't understand what had happened to her gentle and refined boyfriend; why had he become like this? She raised her head in near despair, tears welling in her beautiful eyes, pleading with Peter Chen to regain his senses and let her go. But where was Peter Chen's usual composure?

"What's wrong? You slut, weren't you having fun giving those men blowjobs? One wasn't enough, you had to have several at once, and now you're disgusted with me?"

Poor Qianrong was being held by the hair by Peter Chen, unable to resist, only able to keep her lips tightly shut, refusing to let that ugly thing into her mouth. Her breasts, which could be described as goddess-level, swayed violently with her struggles, full of flesh.

Watching his penis slide back and forth on Qianrong's small mouth, unable to penetrate, Peter Chen was enraged. He grabbed Qianrong's throat, and the poor Qianrong felt a suffocating sensation, instinctively opening her lips. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Peter Chen immediately shoved his thing into Qianrong's mouth. Then he pressed Qianrong's head down, burying her face tightly between his thighs.

"Wow! Wow! Hurry up, do it properly, aren't you supposed to be very skilled? Hurry up and do it properly!"

With Chen Peter's beast-like shouts, poor Qianrong's mouth was stuffed with that thing. What used to bring her immense happiness every night, what she had long been accustomed to its taste, now made her feel utterly disgusted. She wanted to resist, but had no chance at all, and could only weep silently.

Those helpless, sorrowful tears streamed down Qianrong's cheeks, landing on her full breasts. In this situation, under such a tragic predicament, what Qianrong didn't notice was that her full breasts were already taut, and her nipples, almost broken from the rough handling by those men, were already erect.

Under Chen Peter's lewd power, no matter how unwilling Qianrong was, she was ultimately forced to slowly lick Chen Peter's penis with her own tongue. Holding Qianrong's head tightly, Peter Chen felt his penis being licked and circled by her little tongue. The warm sensation, the stimulation of his glans by her tongue, sent a jolt of energy through his body, then back to his lower abdomen. The heat condensed there, creating a blissful feeling that was almost divine.

He closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the sensation for less than a minute. When he felt his penis rise again, he immediately yanked Qianrong's hair. "Ouch!"

Qianrong cried out in pain as her hair was pulled. Before she could even understand what was happening, she was pushed back onto the bed, and Peter Chen pounced on her again. This time, however, it wasn't a rear-entry position; he was pressing down on her from the front, and without any foreplay, he thrust his penis into her vagina.

"How is it? My thing's pretty good, right? Hmm? How does it compare to those guys?"

"Ugh..."

The pain of rape brought no comfort whatsoever. Qianrong's vagina was still incredibly dry, and she suddenly felt another excruciating pain in her lower body. Her two petals, already swollen and red from being gang-raped for so long, were squeezed into her vagina by Chen Peter's thing. Qianrong's entire body felt like it had been electrocuted; her slender waist and beautiful shoulders arched upwards to an extreme degree. Her large, full breasts stood erect, even more painfully, due to this arching. The two bright red nipples were so taut from the pain that it seemed as if the un-nurtured milk ducts were clearly visible.

Qianrong gritted her teeth, letting out a painful cry, her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, her pretty face contorted by the excruciating pain. A pair of long, slender legs stretched out to the sides, bent, trembling uncontrollably from the pain of being penetrated. Her beautiful feet were taut, as if about to snap a bowstring, all ten toes curling back towards the soles of her feet.

Peter Chen, nearly driven mad, looked at Qianrong beneath him, at her pained, furrowed brows, and a sudden pang of pity stirred within him. Although he didn't truly want to marry her, his true intention was merely to have some fun together, but love still existed.

Looking at Qianrong's suffering, Peter Chen felt a pang of regret, realizing he shouldn't have gone so far. But then, the memory of being beaten by those men yesterday, Qianrong being raped in front of him, even experiencing orgasm and excitement, ultimately becoming someone who willingly participated in their actions—he seemed to have consciously ignored the fact that he had helped those men rape Qianrong, brought her to orgasm, and drugged her—further fueled his anger.

"You slut, didn't you like this? Didn't you like this thing? What's with that expression? Huh? You hate me, don't you? You don't want me to come, do you?"

"Ugh...uh..."

Her delicate honey hole was already swollen and red from excessive intercourse, unable to even close. Not only could she not insert anything, but even walking was unbearably painful due to friction. Now, with Chen Peter's thing inside her, Qianrong couldn't answer a word. As Chen Peter frantically thrust, she twisted her waist violently, her legs instinctively stretching out to minimize the pain. Her tense body was drenched in sweat from the intense pain.

Chen Peter's large hand gripped her large breasts tightly, biting down hard—not a kiss, but as if he wanted to crush the ruby, biting down hard.

"Uh..." Qianrong's eyes were filled with tears, and she let out another whimper.

Peter Chen's other hand, gripping Qianrong's other large breast, pinched the large, white flesh with tremendous force. The already bruised and swollen flesh under his touch changed shape even more tragically. The flesh of the breast, almost too large to grasp in one hand, overflowed between his fingers. He twisted and pulled the red nipple with his nails, nearly turning the full breast into a cone shape. Qianrong felt as if her nipples were about to be ripped off her breast, the pain almost driving her mad.

With each thrust of his penis, the swollen, red walls of her vagina were constantly scraped by the glans. Qianrong felt as if she were in hell. With each vigorous thrust from Peter Chen, her limbs, already raped all night, felt like they were about to fall apart. Even her flat stomach rippled with each violent impact.

Having known his girlfriend for so long, Peter, who was intimately familiar with her body, seemed almost delirious, but he still had a clear grasp of Qianrong's reactions.

"What's wrong? Not feeling well? Don't you think my skills are good enough?"

Seeing that Qianrong showed no signs of climaxing, but for some reason, his stamina was particularly poor tonight, and he seemed about to lose control again, he suddenly thought of a ruthless plan. He continued to grip one of Qianrong's breasts tightly with one hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. His other hand reached between Qianrong's legs, to their point of contact. Using his fingers, he pinched the most sensitive spot inside Qianrong's delicate opening, a spot she couldn't tolerate the most stimulation from.

"Ugh...no..."

Qianrong, who had felt nothing but pain, suddenly felt a tingling, electric-like sensation rise from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. Her mind, which had been almost numb from the torment of pain, suddenly cleared, and she felt an uncontrollable heat stimulating her bladder and the sides of her narrow waist and abdomen. Feeling Chen Peter touching there, she quickly cried out, "No, don't touch there!" But Chen Peter had no chance to stop.

He continued to thrust rapidly while vigorously pinching and rubbing that spot. Qianrong, who had previously refused to cooperate, suddenly squeezed her waist tightly with her legs,

moaning and groaning like a prostitute. Not only did her long, white legs seem to be clamping down on her waist as if they were about to break it, but even the walls of her vagina seemed to come alive, moving and squeezing his penis.

Stimulated in her most sensitive areas, Qianrong couldn't help but moan and cry out. Her slender waist twisted wildly, making her full breasts bounce up and down like rattles, almost causing Chen Peter to lose his grip and let his penis slip out of her honey hole.

Seeing this, Chen Peter stimulated Qianrong's sensitive spots even faster. Stimulated in her sensitive areas, Qianrong cried out and screamed almost like she was going crazy, twisting her legs, and the scenery before her eyes became blurry. In her tender honey hole, amidst increasingly intense contractions, suddenly, Qianrong's snow-white and delicate body convulsed violently as the large penis thrust deep into her honey hole, along with her urethra and anus, almost simultaneously gushed out three streams of hot fluid.

"Wow..."

In that instant, the liquid gushing from deep within Qianrong's honeyed orifice hit his own glans at the same time. He, who had been clenching his teeth and enduring it, finally couldn't hold back any longer. With a sudden tremor in his legs, he ejaculated a stream of cloudy white semen.

Chapter 2

The next day, to the sound of a "Rainbow World" bell, Qianrong slowly opened her eyes.

In the room, the sunlight was blocked by heavy, heather-green curtains, casting a dim hue over everything that could be seen. Furniture, chairs, the backrest chair in front of the pink dressing table. Her mind was numb and dazed, practically a blank. Qianrong's starry eyes opened slightly, unable to tell where she was or where she was. But the next second, when she felt a slight coolness on her nipples and moved her slender legs slightly, an unspeakable pain immediately shot through the crevice between her legs, like a thousand steel needles piercing her, reaching the depths of her mind. The pain from her swollen and ravaged vulva, a sudden surge of agony, made her immediately close her newly opened starry eyes. She bit her lip, letting out a soft moan. Even her slender, snow-white feet, the delicate skin on the insteps of her feet, tensed from the pain. Her ten adorable toes curled tightly together.

In an instant, her heavy nightgown vanished. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, Qianrong recalled everything that had happened yesterday. She had been stripped naked in the photography studio, tightly bound with ropes, drugged, gang-raped, and what Peter had done to her after she returned. Memories flooded back like a torrent from the depths of her mind.

An unbearable grief overwhelmed her; she, who had been the object of everyone's admiration and praise, had been so utterly defiled. Adding to the seemingly indelible memories of her body being invaded by those people, the unbearable swelling and pain in her vagina, the throbbing in her breasts, and a slight sting in her nose, tears of sorrow welled up in Qianrong's eyes and slowly slid down her delicate cheeks.

In the living room, Chen Peter, who had just been woken by his phone ringing and had just put on his underwear, felt a jolt in his heart after seeing the caller ID "Ye Zhengshun."

In the dim light, he looked at Qianrong, her naked body, her slender arms twisted and handcuffed behind her back, pressed beneath her. Between her full breasts and rounded hips, her waist was so slender, her skin so smooth and delicate. Her long, straight legs and delicate feet were like jade. Her ten adorable toes were like carved white jade, her small, fleshy soles possessing a delicate, pinkish texture.

Peter Chen looked at Qianrong, at her naked body lying on the bed stained with excrement and urine. She looked so powerless, so weak, so pitiful. But at the same time, it was precisely this helpless state that aroused his desire to ravage her, igniting his lust.

This body had intoxicated him time and time again, had driven him mad time and time again. Day and night, in this room, in the car, in secluded corners chosen for novelty and excitement, he had repeatedly held Qianrong in his arms, tasting her breasts, sucking their sweet juices, thrusting his penis into her body. Qianrong had also repeatedly sucked on his penis, responding to him wildly.

Peter Chen had had countless girlfriends, but he had to admit that none of them possessed even half the beauty of Qianrong. Even among the very few of them, whose breasts might be even larger and fuller than Qianrong's, none could maintain such a pure appearance while simultaneously possessing that seductive, alluring, wild, and passionate quality in bed.

There was a time when he genuinely wanted to marry her and take good care of her for life. But at some point, that feeling gradually faded. Now, after Qianrong was gang-raped, the first thought that flashed through his mind was that this woman was shameless, always dressing like this to seduce men. He couldn't let anyone know he was being cuckolded; he had to protect his reputation and get rid of this woman as soon as possible.

Chen Peter, covered in bruises, stared blankly at Qianrong on the bed. He looked at her plump thighs, spread apart due to pain, revealing the once alluring vulva.

Qianrong's vulva had always been so tight, her pink labia so tempting, always making him want to insert his fingers, lick and suck them. But now, not only could it not close, but it was swollen and open, and even that alluring little hole, from being penetrated so much, had become like the mouth of a small fish, unable to close. Because he hadn't washed after having sex with Qianrong last night, there was still some undried white semen flowing out, sticky and thick, clinging to the valley floor.

Chen Bi looked at Qianrong, at her two large, full breasts, like two jade bowls inverted on her chest, without a trace of artificiality, yet with such rounded edges and such clear shapes. Chen Bi had always been proud of his girlfriend's beautiful breasts. But today, those breasts he had once deeply adored, those breasts he could never get enough of playing with and kissing, were covered with the handprints of other men. They were swollen and red, and even her nipples had been pinched and broken by those bastards.

Now, Qianrong's body was covered in injuries, filled with bruises and purple welts. But even so, even though the bruises and black binding marks were like black venomous snakes, coiling around her delicately sculpted body... Her pair of fair and delicate feet remained unchanged, still possessing the same allure that tempted every man to gently tickle the tender pink soles with his tongue, to lightly caress them with his teeth, and to vigorously nibble and lick her adorable toes. On

Greya's large bed, Qianrong lay on her own excrement and filth, inhaling the stench, her body slightly turned to the side, her hair obscuring one side of her face. Her large breasts trembled gently with each breath from her small nose. A pang of shame gripped Chen Peter's heart. He held his phone, intending to let Qianrong answer, but seeing her weeping, he ultimately answered it for her.

"Hello? Brother Ye?"

Chen Peter, inwardly terrified and fearful of this seemingly gentle man, yet unwilling to offend him, feigned respect.

"Oh? It's Peter? How was it? Did Qianrong sleep well last night?"

"Hmm…okay…"

Seeing Qianrong crying, Peter Chen felt a pang of panic. This was his girlfriend, but he was terrified that people would find out he had raped her, afraid they would beat him for it.

"Oh, that's good. I'll be there in ten minutes. Tell Qianrong to get ready; I'm taking her out later."

The call ended, but Peter Chen, holding the phone, felt unsure how to tell Qianrong. Poor Qianrong continued to cry, her body naked, one of her long, slender legs stretched out, the other bent. Although she was filled with resentment and unwillingness, not wanting to expose her genitals to Peter Chen like a prostitute, the swelling and pain in her vagina forced her to remain in that position, lying there.

She felt wronged and miserable, but had no one to confide in. The endless images of being raped and gang-raped flashing through her mind completely broke her. The once quick-witted and talented woman was now a fragile girl, knowing nothing but to cry.

Peter Chen looked at her, at her breasts, which appeared even fuller because her hands were pinned beneath her, and her slightly protruding belly. Her black hair partially obscured her face, and her eyes were half-closed, tears welling up in one side, as if she didn't want him to see them. Peter Chen stood there, filled with guilt, and found the key to the handcuffs among a pile of sex toys in the closet.

He got onto the bed, intending to unlock Qianrong's handcuffs. But the moment his fingers touched her slender arms, which bore the marks of binding, Qianrong recoiled as if electrocuted, pulling away from him.

"Janis... I..."

Peter Chen felt as if something was stuck in his throat, unable to speak. He looked at the naked beauty before him, even as she twisted her body to avoid his fingers, her long legs still spread apart, causing her pain, and she let out a soft moan. He stammered, barely believing his own words, "Janis, don't worry, I definitely won't let those guys get away with this."

...

In the bathroom, warm water quickly filled the entire bathtub. Having been handcuffed all night, Qianrong's hands still felt somewhat stiff. She gently stretched her arms, massaging the handcuff marks on her wrists. Although she had slept for a long time, she still felt weak all over, even lacking the strength to stand. She leaned against the edge of the bathtub.

Her fair fingers were delicate and charming, painted with Anino's new light pink nail polish—the kind of hands that would immediately make anyone think that the woman with such beautiful hands must be an extremely beautiful woman.

Qianrong silently put her right hand into the water. The water was warm and comfortable, but sitting on the edge of the tub, she seemed oblivious, simply extending her right hand and gently stirring the hot water.

The rising steam and the high-temperature light kept the temperature rising, giving Qianrong a faint pink hue. Her once lustrous black hair, like her now, was disheveled, obscuring her fair neck. She sat there silently, her usually bright and expressive eyes now devoid of any sparkle. She gazed silently

at the pink and blue bathroom tiles adorned with angel patterns. In a daze, almost unconsciously, she parted her long, slender legs and stepped over the edge of the bathtub.

In the jacuzzi, large enough for her and Peter to bathe together, her beautiful body slowly sank into the water. Her delicate white feet, long legs, full, rounded hips, and slender waist resembled a water snake. Her body sank inch by inch into the warm water. The moment her alluring vulva, her swollen petals, touched the hot water, the painful stimulation made her furrow her brow again. The deep breaths caused by the pain tensed her entire body; underwater, her toes curled and clenched in agony.

"Ugh..."

She couldn't tell if it was from the hot water intensifying the pain in her swollen, painful vulva, or from the resentment rising within her. In the bathroom, where she was the only one there, Qianrong could no longer hold back and cried again.

Qianrong truly didn't understand what was happening. Why had everything been so beautiful just two days ago, and now, it had turned out like this?

The warm water submerged her delicate body, until almost her entire body was underwater. Her full breasts and slender limbs were reflected in the water, only her rounded shoulders and the jade-like hand that touched her face were visible. Qianrong cried uncontrollably, her mind blank, unsure how to face all of this, her family, relatives, work, even her fans.

Large tears streamed down her face, falling between her fingers. If this could be a dream, she truly hoped that when she opened her eyes again, it would all disappear completely, that it was all just a dream. ...

"I'm sorry, Brother Ye, Qianrong always takes a long time to shower."

In the living room of the apartment, Chen Peter respectfully placed a cup of coffee on the coffee table, his head bowed timidly, not even daring to glance at the man who had entered his home.

"It's alright, it's alright. She

's a girl, I understand, I understand." Ye Zhengshun, still dressed in the standard attire of a media agent, wore a Randy suit and tie as always, impeccably groomed. As he spoke, he put his hands behind his back, not even glancing at the young man, and turned his gaze to Qianrong's bedroom, which was separated from the bathroom by only a door. He walked in with a professional smile.

Inside the bedroom, the sheets stained with urine and feces had not been changed. The room, once decorated in Qianrong's favorite pink and blue colors, was now filled with a disgusting stench, like that of a toilet.

Looking at the room, so different from what he remembered, Ye Zhengshun instinctively frowned, glancing at Chen Peter beside him, who looked like a child who had done something wrong. He casually covered his mouth and nose with his hand, as if suddenly seized by a wicked sense of amusement, and pointed to the foreign object on the bed, asking, "Qianrong's?" "

Hmm? Uh..."

"Haha, you little rascal, you're really lucky!"

With a hand on Chen Peter's shoulder, Ye Zhengshun continued, "Do you guys usually play this hard?"

"Uh... no..."

Chen Peter said weakly, wanting to punch this man but lacking the courage to actually do it.

Seeing Chen Peter's embarrassed look, Ye Zhengshun laughed again, though he frowned again after removing his hand from his nose. But soon, an expression of discovery appeared on his face.

The brightly colored wardrobe door was pulled open, and in a single compartment, Ye Zhengshun was surprised to see that besides Qianrong's underwear he was looking for, there were also several sets of role-playing erotic costumes.

"Cat, maid outfit, policewoman uniform, nurse uniform... Wow? What's this? An enema? Peter, is this for yourself or for Qianrong?"

"..."

"Haha, no need to say anything, I understand. I didn't realize Qianrong looked so innocent, but she's actually so flirtatious. Hey, it must be hard for you to satisfy her all by yourself, right? It's okay, many people will help you in the future. By the way, how's Qianrong's oral skills? Are they good?"

"Uh..."

"Judging from your expression, you must be very good. Hmm, I'll have to let her try it on me later. What? Peter, you're not unhappy, are you?"

"No, no, Qianrong really likes giving oral sex, it's her good fortune to have Brother Ye do it."

Chen Peter had the urge to kill Ye Zhengshun, but the fear of being beaten again prevented him from even raising his voice.

He muttered weakly, watching helplessly as Ye Zhengshun picked up Qianrong's underwear and shamelessly smelled it, yet he could only stand there.

Time flew by, and about half an hour later, after Chen Peter knocked on the door for what seemed like the umpteenth time, Qianrong finally opened the bathroom door. A light mist rose from the bathroom, and Qianrong, wrapped only in a white towel, slowly emerged. She still looked exhausted; her still-damp hair was matted and clung together, a few strands sticking to her forehead. Her entire demeanor remained delicate, helpless, and powerless, her eyes filled with sorrow and bewilderment. But when she saw Ye Zhengshun standing in the bedroom, playing with her underwear, her previously listless eyes were suddenly filled with astonishment.

The delicate Qianrong stared at Ye Zhengshun, unable to believe that this shameless man was in her bedroom, even shamelessly smelling her favorite purple silk underwear with a bear pattern.

And Ye Zhengshun? He looked at Qianrong, who had just emerged from her bath, like a swan rising from its slumber. Her snow-white body, flushed pink from being soaked in hot water for so long, was radiant. Beneath her rounded shoulders, her full breasts were wrapped in a towel, revealing only a small portion of her cleavage, but the condensation of the water made her pectoral muscles appear incredibly defined.

Ye Zhengshun gazed at Qianrong from head to toe, looking at her long, slender, snow-white legs, her delicate feet bare on the ground, her ten adorable toes clenched and curled in unease, her bright red nail polish gleaming. Recalling the sensation he had experienced on this beautiful body the night before, this usually serious manager immediately smiled and said, "Hey, Qianrong! I've been waiting for you for ages. How about it? How should I punish you? Should I use your little mouth to please my little brother?" His

eyes, which had been filled with astonishment, suddenly flashed with hatred. Hating the man who betrayed her, Qianrong's alluring breasts heaved rapidly with rage, her delicate face twitching.

"Ye Zhengshun, I, Zhao Qianrong, would rather sleep with a pig or a dog than let you kiss me!"

This was almost entirely unexpected; he hadn't expected such a strong reaction from Qianrong after just a joke. He'd already done the dirty work, so he didn't care what the girl thought of him. A wicked, ruthless glint flashed in Ye Zhengshun's eyes, but his expression remained unchanged. He made an apologetic gesture. "It was just a joke, why are you so angry? I've seen you naked so many times already, I have copies of the tapes on my phone."

"You!"

Enraged by Ye Zhengshun, Qianrong was speechless, pointing at the man, her arm trembling with anger, her fingers shaking. She was too angry to speak.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Peter, you're so lucky! You know, it only tastes good when women give oral sex willingly. Okay, I'm going to sit in the living room for a bit. Hurry up and change your clothes, we're going to the hospital in a bit."

"Hospital?"

Qianrong, who thought Ye Zhengshun was looking for her to take her to film another one of those kinds of movies, was slightly taken aback and looked at the agent at the same time as Chen Peter.

"Yes! The hospital. Yesterday was so intense, how can you not go to the hospital for a check-up? Director Ni cares a lot about his actors."

In her heart, for some reason, even though these people were the ones torturing and bullying her, these words gave her a warm feeling. Qianrong, who was usually very cheerful, but had cried countless times in the past two days, felt a lump in her throat after hearing Ye Zhengshun's words, and her large eyes, under her long eyelashes, became misty again.

"Alright, alright, stop standing there, hurry up and change your clothes. Peter, you don't need to go today."

"Okay, thank you..."

Peter quickly replied, relieved to hear he didn't have to go.

Qianrong instinctively turned away, wiping away the tears welling in her eyes with her fingers, but then suddenly remembered her injuries. If she went to the hospital for a checkup, her appearance might be leaked. "But, I, this, what if..."

"Don't worry,"

Ye Zhengshun said casually as he walked towards the living room, as if he already knew what Qianrong was worried about. "Director Ni found you a hospital with a good reputation. They've seen many doctors there, so nothing will get out."

Ye Zhengshun's words reassured Qianrong a lot, but what she didn't know was that Ye Zhengshun was secretly chuckling to himself.

Yes, they've seen many doctors there, and they definitely won't care about your condition, but whether you care about the hospital is another matter. "...

What are you doing? You didn't bring me here..."

In the hospital's examination room, when Qianrong saw the lights, sunshades, and the film crew all around her, a look of terror immediately appeared on her pretty face.

"Of course, we're here to examine you. But as you know, this hospital is very expensive. If it were just simple rehabilitation treatment, the film crew would have to spend too much money, so we had to combine treatment with advertising. Isn't that great? One thing for one person, two for one?"

Behind Qianrong, Ye Zhengshun placed his large hands on her shoulders. Even through the thick shoulder pads of her trench coat, he could almost feel the roundness of her shoulders. With only a few centimeters between his body and her delicate frame, he inhaled the fragrance emanating from her hair and felt her body trembling with fear as he spoke lewdly.

In the examination room, the cold gynecological examination bed sat there alone. Surrounded by the enormous metal object, the film crew, Ni Yu, and the two beauties in doctor's coats all stared at the popular female VJ. In Qian Rong's large, clear eyes, it was as if she were Little Red Riding Hood surrounded by a pack of wolves.

Looking at the cold, hard iron bed, Qian Rong's face turned deathly pale with fear, her petite body trembling slightly. Although she had already been raped and filmed those kinds of movies, and even harbored some resignation, the thought of continuing, of posing in those shameful positions again, was unbearable for poor Qian Rong.

She had always been adored and treated like a treasure wherever she went, but now she had fallen to this state. The popular female VJ stood there in fear, her legs and slender feet, encased in jeans and studded boots under her brown-yellow fitted trench coat, almost nailed to the spot—because of the bruises on Qian Rong's body, Ye Zhengshun hadn't insisted she wear anything revealing. Because of the events of the past two days, Qianrong naturally chose to dress differently from her usual self to protect herself.

"Alright, we're just waiting for you. Hurry up and take these clothes off. Dean Sha, is this script okay?" Director

Ni, still wearing his standard director's uniform, yelled fiercely at Qianrong as usual, then discussed the script with the two beautiful doctors beside him.

The woman in the examination room, referred to as Dean Sha, was a woman who appeared very intellectual and capable, yet also exuded an unapproachable aura. She wore scholarly square glasses, and her long hair was styled into large, loose waves, casually draped over her shoulders. She wore a white doctor's coat paired with a tight-fitting, pleated black and red Asna top, and a pencil skirt that reached her knees. Her high breasts, the seemingly empty waist beneath the white coat, her beautiful legs encased in black stockings, and her sky-high Asiva heels completed the look. Just by looking at her, she gave off the feeling of a cold and aloof ice queen.

The other female doctor, who seemed to be her assistant, was a woman who appeared very approachable.

She had her long, beautiful hair pulled back, seemingly tied into two hairpins for work convenience. She had fair, delicate skin, a slender figure, a pretty nose, and intellectually alluring lips. Her eyes always seemed to hold a faint smile, and the smoky eye makeup created a slightly upturned effect at the corners of her eyes, giving her an approachable yet mature and captivating charm.

Poor Qianrong looked at the crowd in front of her with fear, her beautiful eyes filled with terror, like a child abandoned among adults, helplessly observing everything.

"Janis, why aren't you changing? Didn't the director tell you to take your clothes off?"

"How about we help you? We love undressing you."

Danny and George, these two large Western men, seeing Qianrong standing there dumbfounded, seemed to have a problem with the trench coat that hugged her beautiful figure. Seeing that she didn't move, they felt they should help this little beauty, and simultaneously opened their arms, grinning mischievously as they approached.

No, no…

The shadows of two foreigners slowly pressed down on Qianrong. The poor, popular VJ cried out in her heart, but had no courage to resist. She raised her slender arms to protect her delicate body. Her tender body trembled under her trench coat, and her beautiful face was completely drained of color. Poor Qianrong felt her heart pounding rapidly, the sound growing louder and louder, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.

She retreated step by step, but the reality before her made escape impossible. Even the slightest movement of her legs was enough to render her unable to move, let alone escape. The pain from her ravaged, swollen labia and the tearing of her panties, the physical reaction, made her unable to move at all. She bit her lip, resisting the tearing sensation, her body positioned at an angle that she hoped no one would notice, revealing a very obvious curve between her full upper body and legs.

“Ugh…”

Under the thick trench coat, her fair breasts trembled and tightened with her tense breathing in the darkness where no one could see. It was hard to tell whether it was fear or the tearing pain in her lower body, but the nipples of her full breasts, covered by her bra, were erect. Just as Qianrong's delicate body was about to fall into Danny and George's hands again, but her legs, taut inside her jeans, were unable to move due to the tearing pain,

a beautiful figure appeared behind the two foreigners, seemingly like an angel.

The two tall foreigners turned around and, without even thinking, immediately guessed who it was upon hearing the clear and melodious voice—the actual person in charge of the hospital for this advertisement shoot, the chief physician of this hospital: Liu Shali.

She was wearing a white coat, just like Dean Sha. Under the open collar, a green fitted cashmere coat was revealed, her back straight and slender, her breasts full and firm. Beneath the short pencil skirt, a pair of long, shapely, and straight legs, paired with black sheer lace stockings and black high heels, made her an indescribably alluring beauty. Danny immediately spread his arms, waved his hands, and shouted, "No, no, we didn't mean anything by it."

"Yeah, we just want to get started as soon as possible. So many people are waiting for her here, I think Janis would feel it's inappropriate." "

Is that so?"

The beautiful female doctor revealed a playful look as she looked at the two muscular men, especially their already bulging little thongs. Seemingly unintentionally, the female doctor slightly licked her lips, her eyes alluring as she scolded, "Why are you two in such a hurry? Once filming starts, she'll be all yours anyway. Hurry up and memorize your lines, or you'll waste film. Director Ni has a big temper."

The female doctor's voice was delicate, yet possessed an indescribable allure. To the two foreign men, it felt like a cat scratching at their hearts, making their whole bodies tingle and itch.

"Who cares about film stock!"

"That's right, Lisa, if you were the lead, I'd pay for all the film stock myself!"

the two foreign men said loudly, their four eyes like those of hungry wolves, fixed on the beautiful female doctor.

Lisa covered her red lips with her hand, seemingly unperturbed by their brazen gazes. Instead, she focused more on her posture, thrusting out her ample breasts. Beneath her cashmere sweater, her full breasts trembled slightly with the movement of her shoulders and back, a sight that perfectly illustrated the meaning of "about to burst forth."

Danny and George stared wide-eyed, their mouths practically watering. The female doctor, with a giggle, slipped between the two tall foreigners and stood before Qianrong.

The woman, sporting smoky eye makeup, scrutinized Qianrong. The popular VJ stood there in fear, her cute, innocent face etched with terror. Beneath her long eyelashes, her clear black and white eyes seemed about to burst into tears under the pressure. Her long legs, encased in jeans, were noticeably separated, unable to meet, making her upper body appear even more protruding forward. Even though a thick trench coat concealed her alluring figure, her full breasts still visibly protruded. Her slender waist, with its S-curve profile, further accentuated the roundness of her hips.

The female doctor sighed softly, "Eh, not used to this job yet?"

How could I possibly be used to it!

Poor Qianrong thought to herself, the pain between her legs from the tearing of her underwear against her labia, the endless flow of fluid from her vagina soaking her underwear with a cool sensation, and the external pressure were almost driving her crazy. Seeing the woman reach out to unbutton her clothes, Qianrong instinctively backed away, but the sudden movement, the pain between her legs, and the female doctor's follow-up question, "What? You really want those two gorillas to undress you?", made her petite body freeze completely. Indeed, if she

didn't undress herself, did she really have to let those two foreigners do it for her?

In a daze, she saw the female doctor's fair and delicate, long, slender fingers, seemingly born to hold a scalpel, touch the buttons at her collar. Liu Lisha breathed softly, her movements gentle and careful. Poor Qianrong had completely lost the courage to resist. Her petite body trembled uncontrollably, neither taking the initiative nor resisting, allowing the female doctor to unbutton her trench coat.

"No!"

As one button at her neck was gently undone, slender, white fingers moved to the second, long and elegant, with clear, shimmering nail polish, and were about to unbutton the last one, Qianrong suddenly reached out and her delicate fingertips grasped the female doctor's fair hand.

What? You want those men? The female doctor raised her eyes, her beautiful pupils revealing this question.

"I... I'll do it myself..."

Poor Qianrong was almost on the verge of collapse, biting her lip, uttering this small sound between her tiny teeth.

The popular female VJ's delicate face flushed red and then turned white. She was ashamed, filled with humiliation, and even as she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't help but want to cry. Qianrong had always been proud of her charming and alluring body, and enjoyed the attention and adoration she received from others.

But all of that was based on mutual consent; never before had she been forced to display her beautiful body like this.

Looking at Qianrong, whose eyes were brimming with tears, the female doctor sighed again: "I know you don't like things like this, but this is reality, and you can't escape it. So, if you can't escape it, my only advice to you is: since you can't change anything, why not just enjoy it all?"

Enjoy? How could I possibly enjoy this?

Qianrong's beautiful eyes filled with resentment and despair. She stared at the sarcastic female doctor, surrounded by the lecherous stares of the men around her, and the lustful gazes of two tall, muscular women. She closed her eyes. Tiny tears began to seep from beneath her long eyelashes. The

poor, popular female VJ trembled, reaching out her small, delicate hand, her slender, white fingertips like orchids, to the buttons of her trench coat. Qianrong endured the feeling that the whole world was shaking, the dizziness as if she were suffocating under the pressure of everyone's gaze, as she unbuttoned her coat.

Her once nimble and delicate fingers now seemed incredibly clumsy, unable to even unbutton a single button. Her breasts, which appeared unremarkable beneath her trench coat, heaved with tension. A vibrant blush spread across Qianrong's delicate face as her breathing quickened. The brown-yellow coat, with each trembling movement of her nimble hands, finally slipped down her delicate shoulders, revealing a black undergarment. Then, with the graceful movements of her fingers, the black undergarment was slowly removed.

Under everyone's gaze, Qianrong felt like a whore. Although the past two days had felt like a nightmare, at least a small moral line remained in her heart: "I was forced by those people, it wasn't my own choice."

Even in moments of despair, she comforted herself with these words. But now, knowing they were going to rape her, she had willingly taken off her clothes. In Qianrong's heart, she truly felt like one of those women who spread their legs for money, like a prostitute.

Tears of sorrow slowly slid from the corners of her beautiful eyes, down her delicate face and cheeks. As the popular VJ slowly removed her clothes, revealing her snow-white, alluring body covered in bruises, the doctor's delicate brows furrowed noticeably at the sight before her.

Even Dean Sha, who had been beside Ni Yu, frowned slightly.

"Ni Yu, you guys did a really rough job! How could you ruin such a good cash cow like this?"

"Hehe, well, I wasn't too willing at first, so I exaggerated a bit. But actually, I held back."

"Yeah, if you hadn't held back, she wouldn't be so disobedient now, taking so long just to take off her clothes."

"Haha, actually, this was also a way to advertise for your hospital."

04-24
Chapter 03

The cold air blew against her unprotected skin, sending a chill down Qianrong's spine. At this moment, poor Qianrong had already taken off her trench coat and top; her slender body was only protected by a full-cup white lace bra.

Beneath the white straps, her delicate collarbone and rounded shoulders were revealed. Because of the torment of the previous night, her breasts, now tightly wrapped in a full-cup bra, felt as if they were covered by two iron shields. The bra's pressure created a deep, albeit not overt, cleavage on the already ravaged breasts of the popular VJ. Out of pride in her figure and a desire to flaunt her beauty, Qianrong always preferred tight-fitting bras to achieve a fuller, more shapely look, to the point that she couldn't find one that wasn't so constricting.

Her breasts, already covered in handprints from the men's rough handling, were tightly bound by the white lace bra, their large, plump breasts creating a deep cleavage, inflicting unimaginable torment on the popular VJ. Even the slightest quickening of her breath or a large movement of her arms would cause her breasts to ache even more from the constriction. Even her slightly chapped and swollen nipples felt an unbearable grinding pain.

Facing the crowd in the examination room, forced to undress under their gazes, Qianrong felt like a prostitute performing a striptease. Her full breasts heaved uncontrollably with her nervousness, her breathing quickening. Poor Qianrong furrowed her delicate brows in pain. Under the men's lustful gazes, she felt not only pain in her breasts, but also in her private parts—the tightness of her underwear causing excruciating pain with the slightest movement—and even in her smooth, fat-free abdomen, below her cute little navel, and inside her internal organs. The

poor female VJ endured the humiliation, tears welling in her eyes, trying desperately not to cry. Under their lecherous gaze, she only wished it would end quickly. But because of her injuries, she couldn't make things quick. In the end, her delicate body still trembled. Although she knew it was useless, she still foolishly asked, which only brought her greater humiliation, in a voice barely audible, "Could you let me do it alone..." The

last few words uttered between her red lips and pearly teeth were so soft that even the female doctor standing just a few steps in front of her could not hear them. Seeing Qianrong stop again, Ni Yu frowned. "Is taking off clothes this difficult? George, Danny, go help Miss Zhao."

Upon hearing this, Qianrong's face immediately turned pale. She watched as the two gorillas grinned and walked towards her as if they had been waiting for this order. She quickly used her slender arms to protect her body, her fair fingertips protecting her full breasts. "No, I'll do it myself..."

the pitiful female VJ cried out. Seeing the two foreigners stop again and look at her mockingly, Qianrong understood their intentions. They wanted to see her take off her clothes voluntarily so that they could use the process to humiliate her.

Qianrong was extremely unwilling, tears welling up in her bright eyes. She desperately wanted to escape, to run away from here. But looking at the reality before her, she knew she couldn't escape. If she really let these two gorillas undress her—just thinking about what these disgusting guys had done to her last night made Qianrong shake her head violently. Letting them undress her, who knew how they would treat her? Not only would they visually rape her, but they would also touch her, saying all sorts of humiliating things—the stubborn and strong-willed Qianrong bit her lip, her slender, white arms reaching behind her back. Her full breasts protruded even more with this movement, as if to tell everyone what it meant to be on the verge of bursting out, and at the same time, Qianrong felt her chest being squeezed even more painfully, as if it were about to burst. She touched the clasp of her bra.

The popular VJ's eyes were filled with tears of humiliation as her nimble fingers unhooked the bra.

At her slender collarbone, the thin shoulder strap immediately slipped down her fragrant shoulder, revealing half of her already full breasts—Qianrong's once fair and alluring breasts, now like her delicate body covered in bruises and signs of binding, were covered with men's finger marks.

Looking at the marks on Qianrong's full breasts, the director curled his lip again: "No wonder you've changed your ways. Such a good cash cow, instead of immediately making films, you brought me here to repay a favor. After all this, who would want to watch? Tell me, have you been in too much debt lately, that's why you're starting with this kind of heavy stuff?"

"Oh, it's nothing! Just some minor accidents."

Qianrong's full, ravaged breasts were completely exposed to the air. Although she tried to cover them with her arms, how could she possibly hide them? Her shy movements, fueled by this humiliation, caused an uncontrollable blush to spread across her fair face, which only made the men around her even more aroused.

The popular female VJ closed her bright eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she suppressed the shame, disgust, and despair welling up from the depths of her heart. Her slender arms reached down, her small fingertips trembling uncontrollably, as she unbuckled her jeans.

Qianrong's two full breasts, covered in handprints, resembled two heavy fruits, shifting their weight as her upper body tilted, becoming even more prominent and drooping downwards. Her two swollen nipples, engorged and erect from the unbearable humiliation and torment of being watched, were hard to resist.

The female VJ felt as if she were being cut by knives made from the gazes of those people, feeling utterly humiliated. Her pubic area, further aggravated by the position, was chafed by her underwear, making her even more uncomfortable.

Under the lewd gazes of those men, her delicate body trembled slightly, causing her full breasts, marked with men's handprints, to sway gently. Beneath her

swaying breasts, her originally slender waist curved, creating several adorable creases. Her

small navel, so alluring to men, was also partially hidden by these creases. With the movement of those ten slender fingers, her faded blue jeans slid down her long, straight legs, revealing her cute sapphire-blue panties and her

own white legs, also marked with bindings. Poor Qianrong kept her eyes tightly closed as she removed her trousers. Without the protection of her jeans, the popular VJ's legs were completely exposed to everyone's eyes. Their legs were long, strong, and their white skin revealed defined muscles, full of texture, suppleness, and elasticity—poor Qianrong never imagined that her proud legs, maintained through yoga and running, would now be at the mercy of these lecherous men.

Poor Qianrong bent one of her long, beautiful legs—a simple movement normally, but now, with her swollen lips, even this slight lift felt like tearing her body in two—almost invisible beads of sweat seeped from the popular female VJ's forehead, casting a faint glow on her delicate body and full breasts. This made her slender, delicate body, despite its injuries, gleam with a white sheen.

Qianrong exhaled cool breaths, enduring the pain from the pressure on her pubic mound due to her bent leg. Even her straight left leg and body trembled more violently from this movement. Even her left foot, hidden in a studded boot, with its five cute and alluring little toes, was tightly gripping the sole of the shoe within the black stockings.

The men admired the popular female VJ's almost naked body, watching her slender waist arch, her two heavy breasts, and the two red nipples swaying there. They reveled in her suffering, and their gazes made Qianrong feel an unbearable pain in her heart as she endured the physical torment, as if her heart were being squeezed and crushed by large hands—but compared to all the men here, what Qianrong found most unbearable was the gaze of the hospital director, who, like herself, was a woman, simply sitting there with her hands clasped, coldly staring at her. And the gaze of the female doctor standing in front of her, looking at her as if she were a man, as if she were a wanton woman performing a striptease for her.

Qianrong bit her lip. She hated Ye Zhengshun, hated Ni Yu, hated the two foreigners, hated all the men here, but she hated the hospital director and the female doctor even more. She couldn't understand why, as women themselves, the director and the female doctor were helping them to torment her.

Her thick studded boots fell to the ground with a thud. Qianrong gasped; this simple movement had already left her drenched in sweat, her entire body soaked and exhausted.

But even worse was the pain in her swollen pubic mound. The intense pressure from the movement had driven her almost insane.

"Ugh..."

Unable to bear the double blow of physical and emotional pain any longer, Qianrong, no matter how stubborn and strong-willed, couldn't help but cry. Her slender, delicate body was completely paralyzed by the pain. Even when she tried to crouch down to cover her chest, the pain in her groin forced her to remain standing there, her body swaying in an S-shape from the side, her breasts and buttocks seemingly deliberately provocatively swaying the men.

"Ugh..."

The stubborn and strong-willed female VJ, a famous talent on television, a public star, humiliatedly covered her private parts, protected only by her blue panties, with her small hands. Her rounded shoulders hunched forward, her large, full breasts, held between her slender arms, protruded even more noticeably. Even though Qianrong's body was covered in bruises, her fair skin stained with purple welts, it was just those large, full breasts, their incredibly lewd appearance, that were enough to arouse men's lust and ignite their desires.

"Alright, George, Danny, go help Miss Zhao!"

Unable to hold back her humiliating tears, Qianrong looked up in terror, her face streaked with tears, staring fearfully at the two foreign men who approached with lewd grins after hearing Ni Yu's words. Her eyes, red and swollen from tears, pleaded as she looked at the doctor in front of her, hoping she could help her—even if she had to be stripped naked, it would be better to be done by a woman than by two men.

But the alluring doctor simply smiled and stepped aside, even giving George and Danny a flirtatious wink. She seemed not to even glance at the VJ's gaze.

"No… Waaah…"

Qianrong struggled desperately, but she couldn't escape the two tall, imposing foreign men. George and Danny each grabbed one of Qianrong's slender arms, their large, dark hands and huge fingers digging deep into her delicate skin. They grabbed her calves, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin, a pleasantly cool sensation.

"Hehehehe," the two gorilla-like male actors chuckled lewdly, disregarding whether their actions were rough, too intense for Qianrong, or causing her pain. They carried her, still with one boot and part of her jeans on, to the chair in the center of the examination room.

"I told you we'd undress Janis, but you insisted on being stubborn. Now we have to do it."

"Wow! Janis is really horny! Look, she's completely wet here!"

The two tall foreigners held Qianrong's hands and feet, and no matter how hard she struggled, her slender waist twisting like a snake, she couldn't escape their clutches. And because of this struggle, coupled with Danny and George's complete disregard for her pain, the terrible pain in her groin intensified. Unable to bear it any longer, the female VJ frowned in agony, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. Her body felt as if it were being torn apart; the intense pain in her groin arched her slender waist backward.

"Ugh..."

Poor Qianrong let out a painful groan, her full buttocks pressed tightly against the chair. She closed her eyes in agony, a barely audible moan escaping her tightly clenched lips. Danny seemed oblivious to all of this. One of his large hands gripped Qianrong's arm, while the other tugged at her thin panties—though these were the most conservative of her underwear, the fabric at the crotch was barely more than two fingers thick. Under Danny's pull, the thin blue silk fabric became a thin thread, deeply embedded between her large buttocks, rubbing against Qianrong's delicate lips.

"Ugh..."

Qianrong, her eyes tightly shut, endured the pain of her swollen vulva being rubbed raw by her panties. Her pink labia, unable to close due to the swelling, kept sliding back and forth on either side of the thin string. Her long legs trembled uncontrollably, unable to close even when she wanted to. As Danny deliberately pulled the panties upwards, Qianrong, unable to bear the torment of her delicate labia and vulva being rubbed raw by the panties, could only forcefully arch her taut lower abdomen and raise her large buttocks.

"Oh..."

But her lewd labia, as if sucking on the thin string, her efforts to alleviate the pain only made it seem as if she was deliberately opening them to show how her labia were being rubbed raw.

"No...no...wooo..."

Poor Qianrong cried out in pain, feeling as if her mons pubis, which could no longer bear any more torment, was burning with flames. Exhausted and tormented, she had completely given up physical resistance, but her shame compelled her to make one last attempt.

"Don't want what?"

Danny asked teasingly in broken Mandarin.

"It means don't stop!"

George chimed in with a mocking laugh.

The two lewd foreigners circled the popular VJ's beautiful, naked body, continuing to tug at her thin panties and rub against her labia. They watched as her private parts, though painful, appeared perfectly intact.

Poor Qianrong's eyes filled with tears; her once defiant gaze was now filled with pleading. Rubbed against the silk fabric, her long, slender legs were spread wide, her thighs unable to close or separate, even the white flesh near her buttocks trembling. Her ten adorable toes were tightly curled within her stockings and shoes. Her cute little face flushed red from the humiliation, the physical reaction, and the pain. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she was trying to suppress a moan, looking like she was dying and wishing for death. Even her whole body was tinged with pink.

Under the torment of the two male actors, Qianrong's serpentine waist struggled weakly and twisted. Her black hair clung to her fair forehead, and her two large, beautiful breasts swayed with her twisting body, glistening with flesh.

The two foreign men opened their mouths wide, especially George, whose dark skin made his red lips and white teeth stand out even more. They looked at the desperate struggle and pleading eyes of the female VJ under their control. They grinned lewdly, watching Qianrong's lower body, her cute honey hole swollen and red, like a small fish mouth, opening and closing, occasionally peeking out from under her silk panties. Danny even used his thick fingers to touch or poke at her labia from time to time.

"Ugh...no..."

With each pinch and probing, a corresponding reaction could be seen. Qianrong's wide-open pink thighs and fair inner thighs would tighten even more, and her tender flesh would writhe. Her face, already flushed and covered with tears and sweat, showed an even more moving expression of shame and indignation. Her slightly parted mouth revealed her small, delicate vulva, drenched in wetness, glistening with moisture. Even her entire body was covered with a slippery sheen from the sticky sweat.

"No...no...ugh..."

"No what? Tsk tsk, so it's not wet enough!"

Danny rubbed his fingers, feeling the sticky liquid from her vulva, kneading it. After a teasing laugh, he deliberately prodded and prodded even more.

"Waaah..."

Poor Qianrong could only struggle helplessly under the fingers of these two gorillas, but because of the pain, no matter how she struggled, it was to no avail. It was more like she was enjoying herself under the large hands of two foreign women, weakly twisting her waist. As for George, seeing that Danny had taken Qianrong's little hole, he turned his main target to Qianrong's fragrant feet, which he loved most. He grabbed Qianrong's calf with one large hand, while using the other hand to untie the laces of the studded boots. As he untied them, he cursed, "Shit! Why wear such hard-to-untie shoes?"

After he took off the studded boots on her other jade feet, a section of black stockings that only reached her calves, and the slender little feet encased in the stockings, were immediately revealed to the black man's eyes.

The tall black man grabbed Qianrong's calf, looking at those small, delicate feet that could hardly withstand the grasp of his large hands. He could only feel the beautiful toes encased in black stockings, the slight glimpse of flesh peeking through the semi-transparent darkness, a temptation that was fatally alluring to him. George impatiently used his teeth to pick up the black stockings, slowly peeling them off Qianrong's slender feet.

His saliva naturally seeped through the stockings, wetting Qianrong's toes. When Qianrong felt the cool wetness on her toes, felt her small feet being held in George's mouth, his saliva wetting her stockings and her feet, an unbearable disgust and nausea arose from the depths of her heart, even though her private parts were being played with by Danny and she was almost out of her mind.

"Ugh..."

This elicited another painful cry from her.

As he bit, the black man clearly felt the slightly heavy taste on his tongue. "Yes," he murmured with satisfaction.

As the stockings slowly came off, beneath the black lace, her fair, jade-like feet were gradually revealed to everyone.

George, biting the stocking, stared at the instep taut from the struggle, the blue veins beneath the fair skin gradually becoming visible. His breathing deepened. After pulling the stocking off, he immediately grabbed Qianrong's calf, cupping her slender foot in his hands, and shoved her beautiful, white toes, each one painted with red nail polish, into his gaping maw.

The black man used his tongue to carefully lick and suck every crevice of her fleshy toes, his wet tongue, like a snake or eel, circling and scraping against each adorable foot. As Qianrong's body arched and struggled due to Danny's manipulation, he sucked on her as if she were licking the most delicious pastry in the world.

Poor Qianrong had cried until she had no tears left. Even resistance was futile; she could only struggle helplessly, her body writhing in agony as the two gorillas did as they pleased. Even her breasts, those two engorged nipples, could only heave and sway with each twitch of her breasts in her powerless struggle. ...

Poor Qianrong was stripped naked by George and Danny, and during this time, they also took full advantage of her with their mouths. But this terrible ordeal didn't end there, because the advertisement hadn't even started filming yet.

In the examination room, poor Qianrong lay naked on the chair, her bare breasts and waist exposed to the men without any covering. Although her large breasts were covered with finger marks, their fullness and size made them appear heavy and substantial, especially given her tilted position. Her two engorged nipples also stood proudly at an upward angle. A pair of long, beautiful legs were spread wide apart, with her fair calves resting on two supports, bent at the sides. This displayed her entire private area—her neatly trimmed pubic hair, her plump mons pubis, and the delicate slit of her vulva—shyly before the men.

The poor, popular VJ was on the verge of tears. After her struggle, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away, lying there naked like a lamb to the slaughter. Her bare body was covered in bruises and marks from her bindings.

But against the backdrop of her humiliated body, her slender, jade-like feet appeared even more delicate. Her small, white feet, tinged with pink, were exquisitely sculpted, as if they had just been washed with warm water, full of moist, fleshy texture. Each adorable toe was gently clenched, slightly curled in tension, the tender, rosy pads radiating a moist, supple feel. Coupled with the vibrant red nail polish that made her feet appear even more alluring against her fair skin, she exuded an irresistible allure, making every man who saw her yearn to pounce on her, to kiss or bite those beautiful

, delicate feet for a moment of pure pleasure. The film crew walked back and forth around Qianrong, using the occasion of installing light stands or sunshades, or simply looking for opportunities, to constantly touch and grope her body. They pinched her delicate skin, her engorged nipples, tickled her adorable soles, or played with her black hair. It was as if this popular female VJ, a TV star, a popular female host with countless fans, was actually a despicable prostitute who stripped naked on the street, posing with her body, hoping to attract customers with her naked flesh. Poor Qianrong dared not resist the men's actions. This usually proud, confident, and talented woman was now no different from the weak women bullied by thugs in TV dramas—equally pitiful and helpless.

"Memorize this!"

Poor Qianrong, tears welling in her eyes, almost fainted from the men's groping, but Ni Yu still wouldn't let her go, forcing her to memorize a script. The poor popular VJ was filled with humiliation and injustice; her bright eyes were reddened with suppressed tears. Under these circumstances, she couldn't even memorize proper lines, let alone a script filled with such shameful lines.

While all the men were trying to take advantage of the female VJ under various pretexts, the aloof and beautiful dean also came to her side. Her delicate right hand, clad in a disposable examination glove, slipped inside Qianrong's private parts.

The moment the glove touched her tender, engorged lips, the coldness of it caused Qianrong to let out a soft cry. She opened her beautiful eyes wide in terror, staring at the aloof dean, unsure of what she was about to do. Due to nervousness, her pink mons pubis twitched slightly, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye, and her ten adorable toes curled up towards her soles.

"What are you doing?"

Qianrong asked in a panic, trying to sit up slightly. Her well-trodden breasts trembled slightly with this natural movement, the engorged nipples swaying gently, glistening with flesh, their flesh rippling.

Facing the nervous female VJ, the dean remained as unyielding as an iceberg, her cold face devoid of any expression. Beneath those scholarly square glasses, a pair of cold eyes coldly stared at the mons pubis, which was slightly closed due to nervousness and redness. She didn't utter a word, nor did she glance at the female VJ. Her slender fingers, clad in rubber gloves, pinched the VJ's tender flesh.

"Hmm..."

The pinching of a woman's most sensitive part, combined with the body's instinctive reaction, almost made the already panicked Qianrong cry out again.

Her face flushed with shame, she was so flustered that she couldn't understand what she was doing. Her long legs hurriedly pulled back, and she struggled to get up, but Ni Yu stopped her with a shout, "What are you doing? Dean Sha is personally examining you. What are you unhappy about?"

"Examination?"

Qianrong was clearly not quite there yet. Her red eyes revealed fear and confusion—Qianrong was now like a frightened deer, easily frightened by anything. Her usually clever mind had completely disappeared, and she was just a petite little woman.

"Ni Yu, make sure your darling stays put."

A panicked Qianrong looked at Director Ni with fear, her long legs bent even more tightly from tension.

If it weren't for the awkward position and the swelling and pain in her pubic area slowing her movements, she would have already clenched her legs tightly, making it impossible for this perverted director to continue. Faced with this patient who refused to cooperate with the examination, Director Sha finally opened his mouth, but not to the female VJ. "With her moving around like this, are you testing my skills? Or do you want me to cripple her and ruin your reputation?"

"Hehe, I know your skills. Even if she's surrounded by a group of people, you could stand miles away and it wouldn't affect your judgment."

Director Ni, knowing the director's methods, spoke cheerfully, but after speaking, he still glared fiercely at Qianrong. The poor, usually self-assured and independent woman, who always lived according to her own ideas, had now become a trembling little girl who would tremble at the mere glare of this director. Poor Qianrong , though she didn't want to continue, dared not resist.

In this humiliation, shame, and despair, she slowly lay back down, her long legs once again bending and stretching out to the sides, draped over her thighs.

A tear, filled with humiliation, slowly fell from the edge of her beautiful eyes. Unable to bear it any longer, the female VJ abandoned her self-protection, using her delicate hands, the backs of her fair hands, her orchid-like fingers, to lightly cover her lips, trying her best to suppress her sobs. But her body, in these tearful sobs, uncontrollably revealed the extent of her humiliation, helplessness, and despair. With each tremor caused by her sniffling, her body, her rounded shoulders, and her two large breasts trembled. Each uncontrollable sob caused the red nipples on her large breasts to rhythmically sway. Even her lower abdomen felt strangely aroused by the humiliation.

Poor Qianrong lay there, humiliated, her fair body naked under the gaze of a group of men, her legs spread like a newborn baby's. In this shameful state, her delicate body trembled as the director inserted her fingers into her vagina.

She didn't know if this female director was truly skilled; her only remaining feeling was that this director didn't treat her like a woman at all. Examining her private parts in front of a group of men was a complete disregard for her dignity as a woman.

Qianrong clearly felt the director's gloved fingers pinching her ravaged labia. With each touch, her already sensitive, swollen labia experienced an indescribable pain that made her entire body stiffen. Her smooth back arched upwards, her whole body tense, as if a thread was pulling her entire body from her mons pubis, driving her almost insane.

"—", the poor female VJ clenched her teeth, her small pearly teeth biting her lips, her ten delicate fingers curled and tense, her beautiful nails digging deeply into the leather cushions on either side of the chair. Poor Qianrong supported her tense body with her hands, arching her delicate frame, her abdominal muscles twitching with each breath. She endured the pain and humiliation, trying her best not to cry out—no matter how much these people humiliated and tormented her, the last bit of pride in Qianrong's heart still supported her in making a final effort, a struggle that, for her, could still be called a resistance against this tragic fate.

Poor Qianrong endured the pain and humiliation that threatened to make her cry again. Not only her body, but also the tender flesh at the base of her long, slender legs, spread wide apart, taut under the director's fingers, even the blue veins beneath the delicate skin connecting to the mons pubis were clearly visible.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from Qianrong's fair forehead, covering her delicate body. Her body trembled slightly as she struggled against the pain with all her might; even her long, beautiful legs glistened with sweat, possessing a slippery texture. To alleviate the pain, she tried her best to spread her long, jade-like legs apart. Beneath her fair neck, her delicate collarbone was clearly visible. The veins in her neck lengthened with each breath and slight swallowing, becoming distinctly clear. Even her small, fragrant feet, the white skin on the insteps taut with pain, her ten adorable toes clenched tightly, as if trying to shrink back into a single unit, creating several charming creases in the tender, rosy skin.

Poor Qianrong truly felt that this director didn't treat her like a woman. She couldn't understand why, as a woman herself, she would help those men torment her. And the director? She clearly noticed the woman's reactions, but paid no attention. She continued to pinch and knead those pink, moist lips, examining the redness and bleeding that appeared so alluring to others, but which only an expert like her would notice.

The lips, already ravaged and unable to close on their own, revealed a tiny, shallow, pinkish opening, like an open fish mouth. When the headmaster moved his finger there and touched it, "Wow—"

the suppressed moan could no longer be contained and tragically escaped from between those lovely, white teeth.

Qianrong's legs trembled slightly; her already trembling and taut legs shook uncontrollably for a moment. Her proud and stubborn will crumbled with that electric shock-like sensation and that moan.

Qianrong painfully closed her eyes, and a wet trace appeared again beneath her long eyelashes, slowly dripping from the corner of her eye and down her cheek.

Her delicate vulva, already swollen and aching from the previous night's humiliation, was utterly untouchable. Her body was taut, her full breasts, slender waist, even the skin on her long legs and the insteps of her jade-like feet trembled with pain. Poor Qianrong dared not run or escape. Though terrified, the pain from the probing of her vulva far exceeding that of her labia, she could only lie there obediently, her legs spread in humiliation, allowing the headmaster, like those despicable men, to continue probing her vulva, roughly pinching the swollen, red flesh around it, enduring the humiliation and pain.

Under the headmaster's probing, Qianrong's long, beautiful legs and her entire body trembled uncontrollably from the pain and humiliation. Her ten slender fingers were tightly clenched, her beautifully painted, flesh-colored nail polish digging into the chair cushion. Even her adorable toes, stretched to their limit by the pain, clenched and rubbed together repeatedly. The

poor female VJ's waist was tense, her long neck arched back, her hair disheveled, and her alluring eyes filled with endless sorrow and resentment, brimming with tears. Her two long, jade-like legs were spread wide to the sides as much as possible, hoping to alleviate some of the pain in her little hole, which could no longer bear any more damage. But what she didn't expect was that this female director, besides probing her little hole, wouldn't even spare her tiny clitoris, turning her gaze to her pitiful clitoris tightly wrapped by her labia.

The poor popular female VJ's neck, like her smooth back, was arched upwards due to the tension of her body, covered with fine beads of sweat. Her black hair clung to her forehead and neck, her eyes were tightly closed, her teeth clenched, and her two large breasts appeared even larger and more full due to the arching of her body. When she clearly felt the dean's fingers move to the upper part of her labia, peeling back the thin skin protecting her sensitive clitoris, and then pressing his hand there, the instant his slender fingertips lightly touched her clitoris, a sensation like an electric shock accompanied by a strong urge to urinate immediately spread throughout the female VJ's body.

"Ugh..."

the female VJ cried out miserably in her heart. Why! Because of nervousness, the bluish-green veins under her fair neck became even more prominent, as if they were about to bulge out from under her fair skin. Because of shame, her already ravaged large breasts seemed to be coated with a deep red, and as her breathing became uncontrollably heavy, the entire nipple and the areola connected to the nipple turned pink and trembled there.

Qianrong's mind nearly collapsed. She clearly felt the female dean pinching her delicate clitoris, the most sensitive part of a woman being touched by another woman, and being squeezed hard with her hand—Qianrong clearly felt how sharp the female dean's fingernails were under the rubber gloves. When that electric sensation flowed through her body again, invading her delicate body, her last will to resist disappeared.

Uncontrollable tears of shame, humiliation, and desire flowed from her tightly closed eyes. Under normal circumstances, even being touched on the clitoris like this, the female VJ would never be so sensitive, painfully, practically giving up her last resistance, sobbing. She felt her lower abdomen writhing, because of the spasmodic pleasure, she could control her long, slender legs, even though the swelling in her vagina hadn't subsided, she still felt a desire to rub against it.

"What? Do you feel comfortable or uncomfortable?"

At this moment, the beautiful female doctor moved closer to the female VJ again, gently biting her earlobe and whispering to her.

"If you feel comfortable, then relax and enjoy it. Food and sex are basic human needs, there's nothing wrong with that."

"If you feel ashamed, if you feel your life is completely ruined, then I want to tell you, these things really don't matter; it's just your own perception."

"Think about it, you still have a group of friends and family who care about you. No matter what, you still have a good job, your own house, and this part-time job pays well. Your life is still there, at least much better than those women standing on the street, soliciting customers in the cold wind."

"Think about it, have you ever seen a woman give oral sex to an elderly man in his seventies or eighties just to get a piece of bread, and when she got the bread, she was so hungry she didn't even care about what was in her mouth before swallowing it, and only ate half before stopping to save the other half for her family? Believe it or not, I saw it with my own eyes, and it happened right here in our city."

"Compared to them, you are extremely lucky."

Chapter 4:

What kind of luck is this?

Poor Qianrong lay there miserably, the words just forming in her mind, before she could even utter them, "Ugh..."

she felt a terrifying, icy touch on her lower body. She looked in horror and saw the female headmistress inserting something into her vagina.

"Ugh..."

Poor Qianrong could no longer control herself and let out a painful cry. In her terror, she didn't recognize it as a vaginal dilator commonly used in gynecological examinations; she only felt the cold object pressing against her labia, which could no longer withstand any more harm. The pain from the pressure on her delicate labia was almost driving her mad. No longer caring about anything else, Qianrong struggled to get up, but George and Danny each grabbed one of her legs and one of her arms, holding her firmly down.

"Ugh...no...please..."

the popular VJ cried out in despair, her legs kicking upwards with all her might, her slender white breasts swinging wildly. She looked at them helplessly, hoping they would let her go, but that was an absolutely impossible hope. The two foreign men gripped the female VJ's arms and legs tightly, pressing down on Qianrong's body, making her legs spread wide apart, and they laughed lewdly—in reality, even if they didn't use force, with the vaginal dilator inserted, Qianrong couldn't possibly close her legs.

The female head doctor slowly pressed the metal object in her hand, the cold, crane-shaped beak of the vaginal dilator squeezing the swollen, yet seemingly delicate, labia. The labia, which couldn't close properly, were slowly squeezed open, creating a larger gap. Even the small, open vulva, revealing a round opening, tore open with the pressure, becoming a large, ever-growing chasm.

Lying on the gynecological examination chair, Qianrong felt not just a tearing pain, but a real, ripping pain. "Ugh...no...ugh...please...it hurts...ugh..."

she cried pitifully, her beautiful face contorted in pain. Her snow-white neck, which any man would want to nibble on, stretched out from the struggle, covered in sweat, the veins beneath her skin clearly visible. But those people remained unmoved.

"Ugh..."

Under the pressure of the vaginal dilator, the layers of flesh were pushed and turned to the sides, but at the same time, the tender flesh seemed to have a life of its own, clinging tightly to the metal surface like tentacles and suction cups. Poor Qianrong cried out in pain, no matter how hard she twisted her waist like a water snake, she struggled. Unable to bear the pain, her two snow-white thighs spread apart as far as they could, until even the shape of her pubic bone and hip bones became clearly visible, but it did not alleviate the pain in the slightest.

The pain of the metal object piercing her already ravaged vagina made Qianrong's eyes roll back in agony, her body trembling like a sieve, her tender skin shaking in waves. Large amounts of sweat, like layers of liquid, gushed from her body, covering her entire body and wetting her hair. The smooth, taut skin of her lower abdomen throbbed and pulsated under the penetration of the foreign object. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with her breath. Even the toes of her beautiful little feet clenched and curled tightly.

"Ugh..."

When the vaginal dilator was inserted deep into her honey hole, squeezing her tender labia until it reached the cervix, the headmistress naturally pressed down the handle of the dilator. Poor Qianrong felt the cold object inside her honey hole grow larger again, squeezing her tender flesh. She cried out in pain, large drops of tears streaming down her cheeks. Qianrong shook her head frantically. All her self-respect, pride, and stubbornness vanished at this moment, leaving only the most pathetic crying and begging, "Please, don't... Waaah... Let me go... Waaah..."

Her ten slender fingers, her beautiful, long, and delicate fingernails, dug deeply into her palms. The sweat from the pain, the way her body struggled in agony, made it seem as if her delicate skin and bones might crumble at any moment, as if this flower-like beauty might wither at any instant.

"It's alright, just bear with it. The director's skills are among the best in the world. After she finishes her examination, you'll definitely be better soon."

Seeing Qianrong's suffering, the female doctor seemed to feel some pity and whispered in her ear. Her breath was sweet, her words brushing against Qianrong's ear, as if trying to soothe her tension.

But before that could happen, I would already be killed by her! "Ugh..."

But at this moment, Qianrong couldn't possibly notice the breath harassing her ear and ear canal. The poor, popular female VJ murmured in her heart, but couldn't form words.

The terrifying vaginal dilator remained inserted, tearing apart the female VJ's remaining sanity. The poor, popular female VJ cried and groaned in despair. The female dean remained unmoved, shining a small flashlight into the opened vaginal speculum, scrutinizing the tender flesh exposed outside the metal speculum, watching it writhe as if alive. She then took out a thin metal examination rod and inserted it, repeatedly touching the tender flesh and the tightly closed cervix, observing their reactions to the stimulation.

"Ugh..."

Poor Qianrong groaned in pain, her frail body twisting weakly, even her voice becoming more pitiful. The dean coldly read, "Prepare Duresiem..."

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...

"Hi everyone, I'm Janis!"

On the gynecological examination chair, Qianrong was still naked, her long, slender legs spread apart, lying on her back in a very shameful position, her alluring private parts completely exposed—however, slightly different from before, the makeup artist had done some simple makeup for the photoshoot. A light foundation concealed the faint black eyeliner under her eyes, caused by a sleepless night. A layer of alluring pink lipstick was applied to her delicate lips.

With the added effect of lengthening mascara, and after waiting a long time, Qianrong's eyes regained their bright and sparkling light. After wiping away the sweat, and with her newly styled and trimmed long hair—although Qianrong still had many bruises, the camera only zoomed in on her face, revealing only her delicate and beautiful features, a slender, fair neck, and a pair of alluring, rounded shoulders. The rest of her body was hidden from view, making it impossible to discern any problems from the camera's perspective. It might even lead men watching to wonder if she was actually naked in the shot.

It's fair to say that the skill of the photographer and the director were evident simply from the placement and angle of the shot. But as this alluring beauty appeared before the camera…

“Cut!”

Ni Yu roared angrily again, “Qianrong, what’s wrong with you? I want you to smile! Can’t you smile? Why do you always look like you’re about to cry? This is for you to do an advertisement, not to kill Ye E! You look so pathetic, how are they supposed to promote their product?”

Poor Qianrong didn’t dare utter a word under Ni Yu’s angry roar. Her naked body trembled with fear. Although it wasn’t the cold season, and the weather outside could even be described as quite hot, in this room, with everyone blasting the air conditioning, the naked Qianrong only felt cold all over. It was a miracle she wasn’t shivering. Adding to this, the usually proud and self-loving Qianrong was being forced to strip naked, spread her legs, and film this lousy advertisement. The sorrow welled up from the bottom of her heart. Not crying was already her limit; how could she possibly show that genuine, cheerful smile?

"Director Ni, I think Qianrong has already done her best. Let her get into character a little more, and she'll definitely be able to perform the way you need her to."

The beautiful female doctor spoke softly to Qianrong from the side.

Meanwhile, Ye Zhengshun, after pondering silently for a long time, suddenly came up with a wicked idea.

"Qianrong, if the director wants you to film, then film properly. You have to be serious when you're working! You're usually very dedicated, you know."

He stepped out from where he was standing, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and took out his phone, dialing a number.

"Hello? Aunt Zhang? Yes, this is Zhengshun! It's like this, Qianrong just said she hasn't had your cooking in a long time and misses you a lot, so I called to give you a call. You and your daughter can have a good chat, right? Yes, she's preparing for filming right now, so she's calling in her spare time."

The poor female VJ lay there miserably, thinking that she had ended up in this state entirely because of that beast Ye Zhengshun. Hearing him speak to her now, even belittling her, made her want to kill him. What nonsense are you spouting, you bastard… But when she saw him take out his phone and say those words, Qianrong's face immediately turned deathly pale. The poor, popular female VJ was almost about to shout, "What are you doing?" But when she saw Ye Zhengshun's cruel smile as he held that terrifying phone close to her, she was utterly terrified. Like a frail, helpless little girl, she frantically shook her head, shrinking back, her pale arms and small hands cowering in fear. "

No...no..."

poor Qianrong cried out in her heart, but in the end, the phone in Ye Zhengshun's hand was pressed against her round, alluring earlobe, right next to her ear. Her mother's voice came clearly from the phone.

"Qianrong?"

"Hmm..."

Helpless, although she knew Ye Zhengshun had ill intentions and wanted to humiliate her in this way, she was always strong-willed, especially known among her siblings for her independence, self-reliance, and even some rebelliousness. To avoid arousing her mother's suspicion, to maintain her pride in front of her family, and to prevent her parents from worrying, she had no choice but to answer the phone.

"How are you doing now?"

"Hmm, very well. I'm busy planning and filming those programs every day. Everything is fine."

Thinking about her current situation, being forced to film naked and having to tell her mother she was doing well, even though Qianrong was strong, the uncontrollable grievance and sadness still welled up in her eyes, turning into tears.

Poor Qianrong listened to her mother's phone call, pretending everything was alright, but how could Ye Zhengshun's humiliation of her end there? The man in human clothing, holding the phone, glanced sideways at Qianrong beneath him. Her eyes were red and swollen, struggling to suppress her grievances and sobs. Tears clung to her long eyelashes, and her small nose twitched as she sniffled. She looked utterly miserable, yet the sorrowful and helpless expression on her fair face only fueled his lust, making him feel a burning sensation in his lower abdomen, as if his penis itself was erect.

He swallowed hard and casually turned his gaze to George and Danny, giving them a wink.

After placing a finger to his lips to signal silence, the two foreign men immediately understood, exchanged a glance, and leeringly moved closer to Qianrong.

Poor Qianrong, still on the phone, watched as the two large, dark figures approached. Her already pale face turned even whiter. Her large, bright eyes were filled with terror.

Having endured days of humiliation and torment, she almost immediately understood their plan. If it were before these things happened, even if she didn't run away immediately, she would have at least cried out and refused to resist. But now, after all the torment, she had long lost all courage to resist. She watched as the two foreign men pressed down on her like two mountains, leering and spreading their four terrifying hands to grope her body. The poor, popular VJ could do nothing but shake her head uselessly, her large, tearful eyes pleading for mercy.

The tall Danny reached out and grabbed the VJ's two ravaged breasts. George leered and squatted down, his gaze fixed on Qianrong's alluring vulva.

Poor Qianrong was both shocked and terrified, but could only submit to their actions. She only hoped they wouldn't go too far and that her mother's call with her would end soon. But what she didn't know was that these two foreign women, who had been acting like sadists for the past few days, were not only highly skilled at binding and torturing people, but also had first-rate skills in lovemaking, oral, and finger techniques.

The tall Danny grinned lewdly, grabbing Qianrong's breasts with both large hands. "..."

While the popular female VJ gritted her teeth, enduring the sensitivity and pain of his fondling of her breasts, he also enjoyed the elasticity of those breasts; the plump, juicy flesh felt like two lumps of dough being squeezed between his fingers. Then, the tall white man moved one of his large hands, a few fingers, to the nipple of one of her breasts and gently kneaded it. He extended his long tongue, while his other large hand gripped Qianrong's other breast tightly, shaping the flesh into a gourd shape. This caused a sharp, unpleasant pain in Qianrong's chest, almost making her moan softly. At the same time, the tender red nipple became a hard, upward-pointing protrusion, and he licked it as if it were honey. This

gentleness, so different from the roughness of the past few days, was almost instantaneous. The moment her nipple was licked and teased by the white man's tongue, his mouth opened wide, sucking with his teeth and lips, a sensation like an electric shock immediately spread throughout Qianrong's body. Her body, previously tense with fear, involuntarily softened slightly, even her lower abdomen heaving with each breath—but even more intense was George's movements. This black man, his entire body as black as coal, pressed his tongue against Qianrong's vulva. While Danny worked on her, he directly targeted the woman's most sensitive and vulnerable spot. The

poor, popular VJ lay there in agony, her mother's voice echoing in her ears. Her nipples, stimulated by Danny's tongue and played with by his fingers, burned with a fiery heat, making her entire body feel as if it were on fire, her uterus convulsing. Even more terrifying was the pain in her lower body. Her already swollen labia, touched by the black man's tongue, caused unbearable pain that almost instantly brought her back to her senses. Instinctively, she tried to clamp her legs together to stop him from continuing. But because of the pain, her long, slender legs couldn't close; they could only spread wider, exposing her vulva even more clearly to the foreign woman.

Poor Qianrong was inwardly weeping. An indescribable sense of humiliation instantly overwhelmed her, making her almost scream and desperately try to cover herself. But George, a seasoned flirt, had already parted her tender flesh with his fingers, completely exposing her most sensitive spot—her pink clitoris.

Seeing the trembling flesh at the base of Qianrong's legs with just a slight touch, and the unnatural tension in the white flesh beside his fingers, George then placed his tongue—the one that terrified Qianrong—on that tiny clitoris, gently touching it.

"Mmm…"

"What's wrong?"

In an instant, the woman's most sensitive spot, licked by George's tongue, caused Qianrong to groan uncontrollably. Although she quickly covered her lips with her delicate hands after that groan, her mother on the other end of the phone still heard it.

"It's nothing," Qianrong explained慌张地, "It's Taoni, she was doing my nails, and I accidentally touched her hand..."

"Hey, how could you not be careful? Are you alright?"

"...No..."

Poor Qianrong shook her head painfully, forcing a smile. At this moment, her already swollen and painful vulva was invaded by George's tongue. In the unbearable pain, the most sensitive part of a woman was firmly grasped by the black man. With his big mouth sucking continuously, it felt as if her soul was being sucked out of his mouth, and the inside of her lower abdomen was moving along with it.

Poor Qianrong felt George's tongue swirling like an eel inside her honeypot, his oral skills far surpassing those of any of her boyfriends. Her delicate clitoris swelled rapidly under his sucking, waves of electric shock-like stimulation coursing through her body. With the black man's teeth scraping and biting her tender labia, gently nibbling her engorged clitoris, Qianrong felt as if she were being tormented by both ice and fire—on one hand, her body trembled with pain, wishing for death; on the other, she felt a agonizing ecstasy, her legs unable to close due to the pain, yet unable to withstand the torment of his tongue, thrusting in and out, trembling as she desperately wanted to clench them. She felt that if George continued, she would die, her mind would be ruined. Yet, the fiery torment within her body made her wish that this damned black man would speed things up, or even stop using his tongue and instead use his large member to penetrate her, relieving her suffering.

Ugh…

The poor, popular VJ desperately covered her lips with her hands, biting her teeth to suppress the increasingly lewd moans. Her long legs writhed restlessly under the stimulation of George's long tongue, quickly becoming drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted. Her breasts, full and firm, felt as if her very soul was being sucked out by Danny's sucking—she hated this white man, yet he was pinching and kneading her nipples so tightly, pulling and tugging at her breasts, causing her excruciating pain. Meanwhile, the indescribable sensation on her other breast was like an electric shock, driving her almost insane. She desperately wanted this man to suckle harder, to play with her breasts more forcefully.

Poor Qianrong endured the unbearable pleasure, afraid that even a glimpse would be heard or noticed by her mother. She looked at Ye Zhengshun in anguish, pleading with her last shred of reason, her large, watery eyes hoping he would let her go and stop torturing her. But this man, now a devil, paid no heed to her pleas, instead revealing an even more wicked smile, giving the two foreigners a thumbs-up as encouragement.

The two foreigners vigorously sucked on Qianrong's vulva, causing her limp body to writhe uncontrollably, her slender waist twisting back and forth like a water snake. If she hadn't covered her mouth with her hands and clenched her teeth with her last bit of willpower, she would have immediately let out a moan.

Honey-like fluid continuously seeped from her vulva, dripping into the black man's mouth, where he licked and smacked it noisily. Meanwhile, Danny continued to vigorously suckle and nibble on the popular female VJ's breasts, using every method imaginable. This caused Qianrong, who had suffered terribly for the past few days, to experience a strange sense of relief amidst her agonizing pain. It wasn't the men forcing her, but a genuine desire for release and enjoyment that brought a blush to her delicate skin, her passion ignited. The

poor female VJ's naked body writhed uncontrollably, her body quickly covered in sweat, making her resemble a shimmering pink mermaid. Because her long legs couldn't be closed, her two slender, jade-like feet were instead exposed, the skin on the insteps taut. Her tiny toes were curled and tightly intertwined.

"You silly child! You're always worried about gaining weight, and you never eat properly. Now that you're living abroad, you can't keep dieting like that."

"...Um..."

"How are things between you and Peter? You've been together for so long, if possible, you should get married. Women aren't like men, you can't delay things."

"...Um..."

Poor Qianrong, tears welling in her eyes, tried to suppress the uncontrollable moans that seemed to burst from her throat and chest, while still trying her best to answer her mother's questions so she wouldn't doubt her. Unable to bear it any longer, Qianrong felt her tears flowing endlessly down her cheeks. Overwhelmed with shame and sorrow, she just wanted to cry her heart out, hug those two foreigners, and have a wild, passionate time, letting them fuck her until her pussy was raw.

But in reality, that was a completely impossible dream.

"...Um...very good..."

Qianrong choked back a mouthful of food, clenching her teeth. With her delicate, scholarly hand—a gesture that would inspire admiration in any man—her jade-like fingertips formed an orchid shape as she covered her mouth. After a long pause, she finally managed to utter the second sound, "Peter and I are doing very well..."

Just thinking about that bastard Peter was almost unbearable for Qianrong; she felt as if her entire world had shattered, filled with despair, and she wanted to cry her heart out. It was better not to mention it; mentioning it only made her more sorrowful. But she couldn't tell her mother directly, so she tried to suppress her breathing. "Um, Mommy, I have to get ready to film. Let's talk another day, shall we?"

"Why are you so busy with work?"

Her mother on the other end of the phone showed a hint of displeasure. As the most beloved of her children, she truly cared for and worried about Qianrong, always feeling that although this child was already a popular female host, she was still a child who didn't really understand the realities of society.

She could feel her mother's concern, but at this moment, it was precisely this feeling that made her even more sorrowful. Adding to this was the sucking on her body by the two foreigners, their deadly tongues ravaging her vagina. The popular female VJ, unable to bear it any longer, pushed her phone away with all her might after saying those words. Her two large, teary eyes, filled with pleading, almost desperate, gazed at Ye Zhengshun, as if begging him to let her go, promising to listen to everything from now on—and almost simultaneously, she couldn't control herself and began to moan.

"Mmm…"

In an instant, unable to bear it any longer, she abandoned everything in indulgence, and immediately, Qianrong threw her head back forcefully. Beneath her slender, sweat-drenched neck, her delicate collarbone appeared even more prominent, as if it were about to burst from beneath her sweat-covered, tender skin.

Ye Zhengshun, standing beside her, was startled. He hadn't expected Qianrong to actually succumb, and thought to himself: These two foreigners are really something! He quickly pressed the receiver down and moved the phone aside, but didn't stop there. He pressed the phone against Qianrong's face.

"Please... Waaah... Please... Ugh... Brother Ye, please, please spare me... Waaah... I'll do anything you want... Ugh... Please..."

Unable to bear it any longer, Qianrong was almost completely out of her mind. She shook her head, moaning uncontrollably, desperately covering her face with her arms to hide her tear-streaked eyes, pleading in a delicate, almost weeping voice—yet at this moment, her moans were so lewd, seemingly emanating from her very bones. Under the stimulation of the two foreigners' mouths and fingers, her whole body writhed uncontrollably, completely transforming this innocent girl into a mature woman who would ignite a man's lust. Ye Zhengshun couldn't help but want to take her immediately.

"It's a deal then, you'd better do your best for the director when you film."

"Mmm... Waaah..."

Poor Qianrong couldn't control her moans and sobs. Her body felt like it was being burned by flames, and the tingling sensation from her bones made her unable to bear the torment any longer. Her mouth felt dry, and her open mouth, panting, was filled with wet saliva between her red lips and white teeth. Ye Zhengshun couldn't help but want to kiss her quickly and give her a good kiss. Even her crying eyes were misty with tears.

"Aunt Zhang! There's really nothing I can do. Qianrong is a big star now, and she's getting one job after another. She's so busy. Just now, someone called to ask her to publish a photo album. No, not like that. Don't worry, I'm watching over Qianrong. I definitely won't let her take those kinds of photos. Don't worry."

For safety's sake, Ye Zhengshun suppressed his lust and only released his phone after leaving the examination room. He then reassured Qianrong's mother for a while, giving her a long lecture and sighing that her son was too busy and never came home to visit. He continued this nagging for a long time before finally hanging up.

In the corridor, Ye Zhengshun felt an unbearable restlessness. Whether his eyes were open or closed, his mind was filled with images of Qianrong's naked body and her soft, moaning cries. "That little bitch!" Ye Zhengshun cursed inwardly, lighting a cigarette to try and suppress his lust. It was no use; he could only take two deep drags before stubbing it out and returning to the examination room.

By this time, George and Danny, the two foreign men, had already left Qianrong's body—and because of this, the two tall foreigners were muttering complaints. As for Qianrong, having displayed her arousal in front of everyone, she was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground. However, after being oral sexed by the two male actors, her entire body was numb and limp, unable to move. The burning sensation within her hadn't subsided at all; her vagina felt like it was crawling with thousands of ants, making her wish that anyone would come and have a real encounter with her.

Poor Qianrong lay there miserably, feeling like she was living a life worse than death. In extreme shame, she could only lie there naked. This feeling of falling from a height, her heart burning with desire, her body burning hot, yet having to struggle to control herself, truly made her understand what it meant to be unable to live or die.

Now, facing the terrifying director's renewed questioning, "Janis, how is it? Are you getting into the mood now?"

Poor Qianrong didn't even have the strength to answer, even if she wanted to. After panting for a while, both her upper and lower mouths remained helplessly open. One revealed glistening, luscious lips and white teeth, while the other was a messy, exposed area.

"Alright, I understand."

As a director who had helmed countless films over the years, even going so far as to have actors forced to act at gunpoint, Ni Yu naturally understood Qian Rong's current state. No matter how much he pressured her, she wouldn't show the expression he wanted today. So he didn't push her any further. However, "Okay, that's enough for today. But Janis, if you still can't smile tomorrow, I'll really have to ask Xiao Ye to bring your parents to watch you film. Don't blame me for not showing you any mercy then."

"Mmm..."

Poor Qian Rong gasped softly and nodded gently. At that moment, she would nod and agree to anything the director said, completely incapable of thinking—but soon after, when she regained her senses, the thought of everything that had happened there that day, in that empty room, made her burst into uncontrollable sobs.

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04-24
Chapter 3

The cold air blew against her unprotected skin, sending a chill down Qianrong's spine. Poor Qianrong had already removed her trench coat and top; her slender body was only protected by a full-cup white lace bra.

Beneath the white straps, her delicate collarbone and rounded shoulders were revealed. Because of the torment of the previous night, her breasts, now tightly wrapped in a full-cup bra, felt as if they were covered by two iron shields. The bra's pressure created a deep, albeit not overt, cleavage on the already ravaged breasts of the popular VJ. Out of pride in her figure and a desire to flaunt her beauty, Qianrong always preferred tight-fitting bras to achieve a fuller, more shapely look, to the point that she couldn't find one that wasn't so constricting.

Her breasts, already covered in handprints from the men's rough handling, were tightly bound by the white lace bra, their large, plump breasts creating a deep cleavage, inflicting unimaginable torment on the popular VJ. Even the slightest quickening of her breath or a large movement of her arms would cause her breasts to ache even more from the constriction. Even her slightly chapped and swollen nipples felt an unbearable grinding pain.

Facing the crowd in the examination room, forced to undress under their gazes, Qianrong felt like a prostitute performing a striptease. Her full breasts heaved uncontrollably with her nervousness, her breathing quickening. Poor Qianrong furrowed her delicate brows in pain. Under the men's lustful gazes, she felt not only pain in her breasts, but also in her private parts—the tightness of her underwear causing excruciating pain with the slightest movement—and even in her smooth, fat-free abdomen, below her cute little navel, and inside her internal organs. The

poor female VJ endured the humiliation, tears welling in her eyes, trying desperately not to cry. Under their lecherous gaze, she only wished it would end quickly. But because of her injuries, she couldn't make things quick. In the end, her delicate body still trembled. Although she knew it was useless, she still foolishly asked, which only brought her greater humiliation, in a voice barely audible, "Could you let me do it alone..." The

last few words uttered between her red lips and pearly teeth were so soft that even the female doctor standing just a few steps in front of her could not hear them. Seeing Qianrong stop again, Ni Yu frowned. "Is taking off clothes this difficult? George, Danny, go help Miss Zhao."

Upon hearing this, Qianrong's face immediately turned pale. She watched as the two gorillas grinned and walked towards her as if they had been waiting for this order. She quickly used her slender arms to protect her body, her fair fingertips protecting her full breasts. "No, I'll do it myself..."

the pitiful female VJ cried out. Seeing the two foreigners stop again and look at her mockingly, Qianrong understood their intentions. They wanted to see her take off her clothes voluntarily so that they could use the process to humiliate her.

Qianrong was extremely unwilling, tears welling up in her bright eyes. She desperately wanted to escape, to run away from here. But looking at the reality before her, she knew she couldn't escape. If she really let these two gorillas undress her—just thinking about what these disgusting guys had done to her last night made Qianrong shake her head violently. Letting them undress her, who knew how they would treat her? Not only would they visually rape her, but they would also touch her, saying all sorts of humiliating things—the stubborn and strong-willed Qianrong bit her lip, her slender, white arms reaching behind her back. Her full breasts protruded even more with this movement, as if to tell everyone what it meant to be on the verge of bursting out, and at the same time, Qianrong felt her chest being squeezed even more painfully, as if it were about to burst. She touched the clasp of her bra.

The popular VJ's eyes were filled with tears of humiliation as her nimble fingers unhooked the bra.

At her slender collarbone, the thin shoulder strap immediately slipped down her fragrant shoulder, revealing half of her already full breasts—Qianrong's once fair and alluring breasts, now like her delicate body covered in bruises and signs of binding, were covered with men's finger marks.

Looking at the marks on Qianrong's full breasts, the director curled his lip again: "No wonder you've changed your ways. Such a good cash cow, instead of immediately making films, you brought me here to repay a favor. After all this, who would want to watch? Tell me, have you been in too much debt lately, that's why you're starting with this kind of heavy stuff?"

"Oh, it's nothing! Just some minor accidents."

Qianrong's full, ravaged breasts were completely exposed to the air. Although she tried to cover them with her arms, how could she possibly hide them? Her shy movements, fueled by the humiliation, caused an uncontrollable blush to spread across her fair face, which only made the men around her even more aroused.

The popular female VJ closed her bright eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she suppressed the shame, disgust, and despair welling up from the depths of her heart. Her slender arms reached down, her small fingertips trembling uncontrollably, as she unbuckled her jeans.

Qianrong's two full breasts, covered in handprints, resembled two heavy fruits, shifting their weight as her upper body tilted, becoming even more prominent and drooping downwards. Her two swollen nipples, engorged and erect from the unbearable humiliation and torment of being watched, were hard to resist.

The female VJ felt as if she were being cut by knives made from the gazes of those people, feeling utterly humiliated. Her pubic area, further aggravated by the position, was chafed by her underwear, making her even more uncomfortable.

Under the lewd gazes of those men, her delicate body trembled slightly, causing her full breasts, marked with men's handprints, to sway gently. Beneath her

swaying breasts, her originally slender waist curved, creating several adorable creases. Her

small navel, so alluring to men, was also partially hidden by these creases. With the movement of those ten slender fingers, her faded blue jeans slid down her long, straight legs, revealing her cute sapphire-blue panties and her

own white legs, also marked with bindings. Poor Qianrong kept her eyes tightly closed as she removed her trousers. Without the protection of her jeans, the popular VJ's legs were completely exposed to everyone's eyes. Their legs were long, strong, and their white skin revealed defined muscles, full of texture, suppleness, and elasticity—poor Qianrong never imagined that her proud legs, maintained through yoga and running, would now be at the mercy of these lecherous men.

Poor Qianrong bent one of her long, beautiful legs—a simple movement normally, but now, with her swollen lips, even this slight lift felt like tearing her body in two—almost invisible beads of sweat seeped from the popular female VJ's forehead, casting a faint glow on her delicate body and full breasts. This made her slender, delicate body, despite its injuries, gleam with a white sheen.

Qianrong exhaled cool breaths, enduring the pain from the pressure on her pubic mound due to her bent leg. Even her straight left leg and body trembled more violently from this movement. Even her left foot, hidden in a studded boot, with its five cute and alluring little toes, was tightly gripping the sole of the shoe within the black stockings.

The men admired the popular female VJ's almost naked body, watching her slender waist arch, her two heavy breasts, and the two red nipples swaying there. They reveled in her suffering, and their gazes made Qianrong feel an unbearable pain in her heart as she endured the physical torment, as if her heart were being squeezed and crushed by large hands—but compared to all the men here, what Qianrong found most unbearable was the gaze of the hospital director, who, like herself, was a woman, simply sitting there with her hands clasped, coldly staring at her. And the gaze of the female doctor standing in front of her, looking at her as if she were a man, as if she were a wanton woman performing a striptease for her.

Qianrong bit her lip. She hated Ye Zhengshun, hated Ni Yu, hated the two foreigners, hated all the men here, but she hated the hospital director and the female doctor even more. She couldn't understand why, as women themselves, the director and the female doctor were helping them to torment her.

Her thick studded boots fell to the ground with a thud. Qianrong gasped; this simple movement had already left her drenched in sweat, her entire body soaked and exhausted.

But even worse was the pain in her swollen pubic mound. The intense pressure from the movement had driven her almost insane.

"Ugh..."

Unable to bear the double blow of physical and emotional pain any longer, Qianrong, no matter how stubborn and strong-willed, couldn't help but cry. Her slender, delicate body was completely paralyzed by the pain. Even when she tried to crouch down to cover her chest, the pain in her groin forced her to remain standing there, her body swaying in an S-shape from the side, her breasts and buttocks seemingly deliberately provocatively swaying the men.

"Ugh..."

The stubborn and strong-willed female VJ, a famous talent on television, a public star, humiliatedly covered her private parts, protected only by her blue panties, with her small hands. Her rounded shoulders hunched forward, her large, full breasts, held between her slender arms, protruded even more noticeably. Even though Qianrong's body was covered in bruises, her fair skin stained with purple welts, it was just those large, full breasts, their incredibly lewd appearance, that were enough to arouse men's lust and ignite their desires.

"Alright, George, Danny, go help Miss Zhao!"

Unable to hold back her humiliating tears, Qianrong looked up in terror, her face streaked with tears, staring fearfully at the two foreign men who approached with lewd grins after hearing Ni Yu's words. Her eyes, red and swollen from tears, pleaded as she looked at the doctor in front of her, hoping she could help her—even if she had to be stripped naked, it would be better to be done by a woman than by two men.

But the alluring doctor simply smiled and stepped aside, even giving George and Danny a flirtatious wink. She seemed not to even glance at the VJ's gaze.

"No… Waaah…"

Qianrong struggled desperately, but she couldn't escape the two tall, imposing foreign men. George and Danny each grabbed one of Qianrong's slender arms, their large, dark hands and huge fingers digging deep into her delicate skin. They grabbed her calves, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin, a pleasantly cool sensation.

"Hehehehe," the two gorilla-like male actors chuckled lewdly, disregarding whether their actions were rough, too intense for Qianrong, or causing her pain. They carried her, still with one boot and part of her jeans on, to the chair in the center of the examination room.

"I told you we'd undress Janis, but you insisted on being stubborn. Now we have to do it."

"Wow! Janis is really horny! Look, she's completely wet here!"

The two tall foreigners held Qianrong's hands and feet, and no matter how hard she struggled, her slender waist twisting like a snake, she couldn't escape their clutches. And because of this struggle, coupled with Danny and George's complete disregard for her pain, the terrible pain in her groin intensified. Unable to bear it any longer, the female VJ frowned in agony, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. Her body felt as if it were being torn apart; the intense pain in her groin arched her slender waist backward.

"Ugh..."

Poor Qianrong let out a painful groan, her full buttocks pressed tightly against the chair. She closed her eyes in agony, a barely audible moan escaping her tightly clenched lips. Danny seemed oblivious to all of this. One of his large hands gripped Qianrong's arm, while the other tugged at her thin panties—though these were the most conservative of her underwear, the fabric at the crotch was barely more than two fingers thick. Under Danny's pull, the thin blue silk fabric became a thin thread, deeply embedded between her large buttocks, rubbing against Qianrong's delicate lips.

"Ugh..."

Qianrong, her eyes tightly shut, endured the pain of her swollen vulva being rubbed raw by her panties. Her pink labia, unable to close due to the swelling, kept sliding back and forth on either side of the thin string. Her long legs trembled uncontrollably, unable to close even when she wanted to. As Danny deliberately pulled the panties upwards, Qianrong, unable to bear the torment of her delicate labia and vulva being rubbed raw by the panties, could only forcefully arch her taut lower abdomen and raise her large buttocks.

"Oh..."

But her lewd labia, as if sucking on the thin string, her efforts to alleviate the pain only made it seem as if she was deliberately opening them to show how her labia were being rubbed raw.

"No...no...wooo..."

Poor Qianrong cried out in pain, feeling as if her mons pubis, which could no longer bear any more torment, was burning with flames. Exhausted and tormented, she had completely given up physical resistance, but her shame compelled her to make one last attempt.

"Don't want what?"

Danny asked teasingly in broken Mandarin.

"It means don't stop!"

George chimed in with a mocking laugh.

The two lewd foreigners circled the popular VJ's beautiful, naked body, continuing to tug at her thin panties and rub against her labia. They watched as her private parts, though painful, appeared perfectly intact.

Poor Qianrong's eyes filled with tears; her once defiant gaze was now filled with pleading. Rubbed against the silk fabric, her long, slender legs were spread wide, her thighs unable to close or separate, even the white flesh near her buttocks trembling. Her ten adorable toes were tightly curled within her stockings and shoes. Her cute little face flushed red from the humiliation, the physical reaction, and the pain. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she was trying to suppress a moan, looking like she was dying and wishing for death. Even her whole body was tinged with pink.

Under the torment of the two male actors, Qianrong's serpentine waist struggled weakly and twisted. Her black hair clung to her fair forehead, and her two large, beautiful breasts swayed with her twisting body, glistening with flesh.

The two foreign men opened their mouths wide, especially George, whose dark skin made his red lips and white teeth stand out even more. They looked at the desperate struggle and pleading eyes of the female VJ under their control. They grinned lewdly, watching Qianrong's lower body, her cute honey hole swollen and red, like a small fish mouth, opening and closing, occasionally peeking out from under her silk panties. Danny even used his thick fingers to touch or poke at her labia from time to time.

"Ugh...no..."

With each pinch and probing, a corresponding reaction could be seen. Qianrong's wide-open pink thighs and fair inner thighs would tighten even more, and her tender flesh would writhe. Her face, already flushed and covered with tears and sweat, showed an even more moving expression of shame and indignation. Her slightly parted mouth revealed her small, delicate vulva, drenched in wetness, glistening with moisture. Even her entire body was covered with a slippery sheen from the sticky sweat.

"No...no...ugh..."

"No what? Tsk tsk, so it's not wet enough!"

Danny rubbed his fingers, feeling the sticky liquid from her vulva, kneading it. After a teasing laugh, he deliberately prodded and prodded even more.

"Waaah..."

Poor Qianrong could only struggle helplessly under the fingers of these two gorillas, but because of the pain, no matter how she struggled, it was to no avail. It was more like she was enjoying herself under the large hands of two foreign women, weakly twisting her waist. As for George, seeing that Danny had taken Qianrong's little hole, he turned his main target to Qianrong's fragrant feet, which he loved most. He grabbed Qianrong's calf with one large hand, while using the other hand to untie the laces of the studded boots. As he untied them, he cursed, "Shit! Why wear such hard-to-untie shoes?"

After he took off the studded boots on her other jade feet, a section of black stockings that only reached her calves, and the slender little feet encased in the stockings, were immediately revealed to the black man's eyes.

The tall black man grabbed Qianrong's calf, looking at those small, delicate feet that could hardly withstand the grasp of his large hands. He could only feel the beautiful toes encased in black stockings, the slight glimpse of flesh peeking through the semi-transparent darkness, a temptation that was fatally alluring to him. George impatiently used his teeth to pick up the black stockings, slowly peeling them off Qianrong's slender feet.

His saliva naturally seeped through the stockings, wetting Qianrong's toes. When Qianrong felt the cool wetness on her toes, felt her small feet being held in George's mouth, his saliva wetting her stockings and her feet, an unbearable disgust and nausea arose from the depths of her heart, even though her private parts were being played with by Danny and she was almost out of her mind.

"Ugh..."

This elicited another painful cry from her.

As he bit, the black man clearly felt the slightly heavy taste on his tongue. "Yes," he murmured with satisfaction.

As the stockings slowly came off, beneath the black lace, her fair, jade-like feet were gradually revealed to everyone.

George, biting the stocking, stared at the instep taut from the struggle, the blue veins beneath the fair skin gradually becoming visible. His breathing deepened. After pulling the stocking off, he immediately grabbed Qianrong's calf, cupping her slender foot in his hands, and shoved her beautiful, white toes, each one painted with red nail polish, into his gaping maw.

The black man used his tongue to carefully lick and suck every crevice of her fleshy toes, his wet tongue, like a snake or eel, circling and scraping against each adorable foot. As Qianrong's body arched and struggled due to Danny's manipulation, he sucked on her as if she were licking the most delicious pastry in the world.

Poor Qianrong had cried until she had no tears left. Even resistance was futile; she could only struggle helplessly, her body writhing in agony as the two gorillas did as they pleased. Even her breasts, those two engorged nipples, could only heave and sway with each twitch of her breasts in her powerless struggle. ...

Poor Qianrong was stripped naked by George and Danny, and during this time, they also took full advantage of her with their mouths. But this terrible ordeal didn't end there, because the advertisement hadn't even started filming yet.

In the examination room, poor Qianrong lay naked on the chair, her bare breasts and waist exposed to the men without any covering. Although her large breasts were covered with finger marks, their fullness and size made them appear heavy and substantial, especially given her tilted position. Her two engorged nipples also stood proudly at an upward angle. A pair of long, beautiful legs were spread wide apart, with her fair calves resting on two supports, bent at the sides. This displayed her entire private area—her neatly trimmed pubic hair, her plump mons pubis, and the delicate slit of her vulva—shyly before the men.

The poor, popular VJ was on the verge of tears. After her struggle, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away, lying there naked like a lamb to the slaughter. Her bare body was covered in bruises and marks from her bindings.

But against the backdrop of her humiliated body, her slender, jade-like feet appeared even more delicate. Her small, white feet, tinged with pink, were exquisitely sculpted, as if they had just been washed with warm water, full of moist, fleshy texture. Each adorable toe was gently clenched, slightly curled in tension, the tender, rosy pads radiating a moist, supple feel. Coupled with the vibrant red nail polish that made her feet appear even more alluring against her fair skin, she exuded an irresistible allure, making every man who saw her yearn to pounce on her, to kiss or bite those beautiful

, delicate feet for a moment of pure pleasure. The film crew walked back and forth around Qianrong, using the occasion of installing light stands or sunshades, or simply looking for opportunities, to constantly touch and grope her body. They pinched her delicate skin, her engorged nipples, tickled her adorable soles, or played with her black hair. It was as if this popular female VJ, a TV star, a popular female host with countless fans, was actually a despicable prostitute who stripped naked on the street, posing with her body, hoping to attract customers with her naked flesh. Poor Qianrong dared not resist the men's actions. This usually proud, confident, and talented woman was now no different from the weak women bullied by thugs in TV dramas—equally pitiful and helpless.

"Memorize this!"

Poor Qianrong, tears welling in her eyes, almost fainted from the men's groping, but Ni Yu still wouldn't let her go, forcing her to memorize a script. The poor popular VJ was filled with humiliation and injustice; her bright eyes were reddened with suppressed tears. Under these circumstances, she couldn't even memorize proper lines, let alone a script filled with such shameful lines.

While all the men were trying to take advantage of the female VJ under various pretexts, the aloof and beautiful dean also came to her side. Her delicate right hand, clad in a disposable examination glove, slipped inside Qianrong's private parts.

The moment the glove touched her tender, engorged lips, the coldness of it caused Qianrong to let out a soft cry. She opened her beautiful eyes wide in terror, staring at the aloof dean, unsure of what she was about to do. Due to nervousness, her pink mons pubis twitched slightly, almost imperceptible to the untrained eye, and her ten adorable toes curled up towards her soles.

"What are you doing?"

Qianrong asked in a panic, trying to sit up slightly. Her well-trodden breasts trembled slightly with this natural movement, the engorged nipples swaying gently, glistening with flesh, their flesh rippling.

Facing the nervous female VJ, the dean remained as unyielding as an iceberg, her cold face devoid of any expression. Beneath those scholarly square glasses, a pair of cold eyes coldly stared at the mons pubis, which was slightly closed due to nervousness and redness. She didn't utter a word, nor did she glance at the female VJ. Her slender fingers, clad in rubber gloves, pinched the VJ's tender flesh.

"Hmm..."

The pinching of a woman's most sensitive part, combined with the body's instinctive reaction, almost made the already panicked Qianrong cry out again.

Her face flushed with shame, she was so flustered that she couldn't understand what she was doing. Her long legs hurriedly pulled back, and she struggled to get up, but Ni Yu stopped her with a shout, "What are you doing? Dean Sha is personally examining you. What are you unhappy about?"

"Examination?"

Qianrong was clearly not quite there yet. Her red eyes revealed fear and confusion—Qianrong was now like a frightened deer, easily frightened by anything. Her usually clever mind had completely disappeared, and she was just a petite little woman.

"Ni Yu, make sure your darling stays put."

A panicked Qianrong looked at Director Ni with fear, her long legs bent even more tightly from tension.

If it weren't for the awkward position and the swelling and pain in her pubic area slowing her movements, she would have already clenched her legs tightly, making it impossible for this perverted director to continue. Faced with this patient who refused to cooperate with the examination, Director Sha finally opened his mouth, but not to the female VJ. "With her moving around like this, are you testing my skills? Or do you want me to cripple her and ruin your reputation?"

"Hehe, I know your skills. Even if she's surrounded by a group of people, you could stand miles away and it wouldn't affect your judgment."

Director Ni, knowing the director's methods, spoke cheerfully, but after speaking, he still glared fiercely at Qianrong. The poor, usually self-assured and independent woman, who always lived according to her own ideas, had now become a trembling little girl who would tremble at the mere glare of this director. Poor Qianrong , though she didn't want to continue, dared not resist.

In this humiliation, shame, and despair, she slowly lay back down, her long legs once again bending and stretching out to the sides, draped over her thighs.

A tear, filled with humiliation, slowly fell from the edge of her beautiful eyes. Unable to bear it any longer, the female VJ abandoned her self-protection, using her delicate hands, the backs of her fair hands, her orchid-like fingers, to lightly cover her lips, trying her best to suppress her sobs. But her body, in these tearful sobs, uncontrollably revealed the extent of her humiliation, helplessness, and despair. With each tremor caused by her sniffling, her body, her rounded shoulders, and her two large breasts trembled. Each uncontrollable sob caused the red nipples on her large breasts to rhythmically sway. Even her lower abdomen felt strangely aroused by the humiliation.

Poor Qianrong lay there, humiliated, her fair body naked under the gaze of a group of men, her legs spread like a newborn baby's. In this shameful state, her delicate body trembled as the director inserted her fingers into her vagina.

She didn't know if this female director was truly skilled; her only remaining feeling was that this director didn't treat her like a woman at all. Examining her private parts in front of a group of men was a complete disregard for her dignity as a woman.

Qianrong clearly felt the director's gloved fingers pinching her ravaged labia. With each touch, her already sensitive, swollen labia experienced an indescribable pain that made her entire body stiffen. Her smooth back arched upwards, her whole body tense, as if a thread was pulling her entire body from her mons pubis, driving her almost insane.

"—", the poor female VJ clenched her teeth, her small pearly teeth biting her lips, her ten delicate fingers curled and tense, her beautiful nails digging deeply into the leather cushions on either side of the chair. Poor Qianrong supported her tense body with her hands, arching her delicate frame, her abdominal muscles twitching with each breath. She endured the pain and humiliation, trying her best not to cry out—no matter how much these people humiliated and tormented her, the last bit of pride in Qianrong's heart still supported her in making a final effort, a struggle that, for her, could still be called a resistance against this tragic fate.

Poor Qianrong endured the pain and humiliation that threatened to make her cry again. Not only her body, but also the tender flesh at the base of her long, slender legs, spread wide apart, taut under the director's fingers, even the blue veins beneath the delicate skin connecting to the mons pubis were clearly visible.

Fine beads of sweat seeped from Qianrong's fair forehead, covering her delicate body. Her body trembled slightly as she struggled against the pain with all her might; even her long, beautiful legs glistened with sweat, possessing a slippery texture. To alleviate the pain, she tried her best to spread her long, jade-like legs apart. Beneath her fair neck, her delicate collarbone was clearly visible. The veins in her neck lengthened with each breath and slight swallowing, becoming distinctly clear. Even her small, fragrant feet, the white skin on the insteps taut with pain, her ten adorable toes clenched tightly, as if trying to shrink back into a single unit, creating several charming creases in the tender, rosy skin.

Poor Qianrong truly felt that this director didn't treat her like a woman. She couldn't understand why, as a woman herself, she would help those men torment her. And the director? She clearly noticed the woman's reactions, but paid no attention. She continued to pinch and knead those pink, moist lips, examining the redness and bleeding that appeared so alluring to others, but which only an expert like her would notice.

The lips, already ravaged and unable to close on their own, revealed a tiny, shallow, pinkish opening, like an open fish mouth. When the headmaster moved his finger there and touched it, "Wow—"

the suppressed moan could no longer be contained and tragically escaped from between those lovely, white teeth.

Qianrong's legs trembled slightly; her already trembling and taut legs shook uncontrollably for a moment. Her proud and stubborn will crumbled with that electric shock-like sensation and that moan.

Qianrong painfully closed her eyes, and a wet trace appeared again beneath her long eyelashes, slowly dripping from the corner of her eye and down her cheek.

Her delicate vulva, already swollen and aching from the previous night's humiliation, was utterly untouchable. Her body was taut, her full breasts, slender waist, even the skin on her long legs and the insteps of her jade-like feet trembled with pain. Poor Qianrong dared not run or escape. Though terrified, the pain from the probing of her vulva far exceeding that of her labia, she could only lie there obediently, her legs spread in humiliation, allowing the headmaster, like those despicable men, to continue probing her vulva, roughly pinching the swollen, red flesh around it, enduring the humiliation and pain.

Under the headmaster's probing, Qianrong's long, beautiful legs and her entire body trembled uncontrollably from the pain and humiliation. Her ten slender fingers were tightly clenched, her beautifully painted, flesh-colored nail polish digging into the chair cushion. Even her adorable toes, stretched to their limit by the pain, clenched and rubbed together repeatedly. The

poor female VJ's waist was tense, her long neck arched back, her hair disheveled, and her alluring eyes filled with endless sorrow and resentment, brimming with tears. Her two long, jade-like legs were spread wide to the sides as much as possible, hoping to alleviate some of the pain in her little hole, which could no longer bear any more damage. But what she didn't expect was that this female director, besides probing her little hole, wouldn't even spare her tiny clitoris, turning her gaze to her pitiful clitoris tightly wrapped by her labia.

The poor popular female VJ's neck, like her smooth back, was arched upwards due to the tension of her body, covered with fine beads of sweat. Her black hair clung to her forehead and neck, her eyes were tightly closed, her teeth clenched, and her two large breasts appeared even larger and more full due to the arching of her body. When she clearly felt the dean's fingers move to the upper part of her labia, peeling back the thin skin protecting her sensitive clitoris, and then pressing his hand there, the instant his slender fingertips lightly touched her clitoris, a sensation like an electric shock accompanied by a strong urge to urinate immediately spread throughout the female VJ's body.

"Ugh..."

the female VJ cried out miserably in her heart. Why! Because of nervousness, the bluish-green veins under her fair neck became even more prominent, as if they were about to bulge out from under her fair skin. Because of shame, her already ravaged large breasts seemed to be coated with a deep red, and as her breathing became uncontrollably heavy, the entire nipple and the areola connected to the nipple turned pink and trembled there.

Qianrong's mind nearly collapsed. She clearly felt the female dean pinching her delicate clitoris, the most sensitive part of a woman being touched by another woman, and being squeezed hard with her hand—Qianrong clearly felt how sharp the female dean's fingernails were under the rubber gloves. When that electric sensation flowed through her body again, invading her delicate body, her last will to resist disappeared.

Uncontrollable tears of shame, humiliation, and desire flowed from her tightly closed eyes. Under normal circumstances, even being touched on the clitoris like this, the female VJ would never be so sensitive, painfully, practically giving up her last resistance, sobbing. She felt her lower abdomen writhing, because of the spasmodic pleasure, she could control her long, slender legs, even though the swelling in her vagina hadn't subsided, she still felt a desire to rub against it.

"What? Do you feel comfortable or uncomfortable?"

At this moment, the beautiful female doctor moved closer to the female VJ again, gently biting her earlobe and whispering to her.

"If you feel comfortable, then relax and enjoy it. Food and sex are basic human needs, there's nothing wrong with that."

"If you feel ashamed, if you feel your life is completely ruined, then I want to tell you, these things really don't matter; it's just your own perception."

"Think about it, you still have a group of friends and family who care about you. No matter what, you still have a good job, your own house, and this part-time job pays well. Your life is still there, at least much better than those women standing on the street, soliciting customers in the cold wind."

"Think about it, have you ever seen a woman give oral sex to an elderly man in his seventies or eighties just to get a piece of bread, and when she got the bread, she was so hungry she didn't even care about what was in her mouth before swallowing it, and only ate half before stopping to save the other half for her family? Believe it or not, I saw it with my own eyes, and it happened right here in our city."

"Compared to them, you are extremely lucky."

Chapter 4:

What kind of luck is this?

Poor Qianrong lay there miserably, the words just forming in her mind, before she could even utter them, "Ugh..."

she felt a terrifying, icy touch on her lower body. She looked in horror and saw the female headmistress inserting something into her vagina.

"Ugh..."

Poor Qianrong could no longer control herself and let out a painful cry. In her terror, she didn't recognize it as a vaginal dilator commonly used in gynecological examinations; she only felt the cold object pressing against her labia, which could no longer withstand any more harm. The pain from the pressure on her delicate labia was almost driving her mad. No longer caring about anything else, Qianrong struggled to get up, but George and Danny each grabbed one of her legs and one of her arms, holding her firmly down.

"Ugh...no...please..."

the popular VJ cried out in despair, her legs kicking upwards with all her might, her slender white breasts swinging wildly. She looked at them helplessly, hoping they would let her go, but that was an absolutely impossible hope. The two foreign men gripped the female VJ's arms and legs tightly, pressing down on Qianrong's body, making her legs spread wide apart, and they laughed lewdly—in reality, even if they didn't use force, with the vaginal dilator inserted, Qianrong couldn't possibly close her legs.

The female head doctor slowly pressed the metal object in her hand, the cold, crane-shaped beak of the vaginal dilator squeezing the swollen, yet seemingly delicate, labia. The labia, which couldn't close properly, were slowly squeezed open, creating a larger gap. Even the small, open vulva, revealing a round opening, tore open with the pressure, becoming a large, ever-growing chasm.

Lying on the gynecological examination chair, Qianrong felt not just a tearing pain, but a real, ripping pain. "Ugh...no...ugh...please...it hurts...ugh..."

she cried pitifully, her beautiful face contorted in pain. Her snow-white neck, which any man would want to nibble on, stretched out from the struggle, covered in sweat, the veins beneath her skin clearly visible. But those people remained unmoved.

"Ugh..."

Under the pressure of the vaginal dilator, the layers of flesh were pushed and turned to the sides, but at the same time, the tender flesh seemed to have a life of its own, clinging tightly to the metal surface like tentacles and suction cups. Poor Qianrong cried out in pain, no matter how hard she twisted her waist like a water snake, she struggled. Unable to bear the pain, her two snow-white thighs spread apart as far as they could, until even the shape of her pubic bone and hip bones became clearly visible, but it did not alleviate the pain in the slightest.

The pain of the metal object piercing her already ravaged vagina made Qianrong's eyes roll back in agony, her body trembling like a sieve, her tender skin shaking in waves. Large amounts of sweat, like layers of liquid, gushed from her body, covering her entire body and wetting her hair. The smooth, taut skin of her lower abdomen throbbed and pulsated under the penetration of the foreign object. Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly with her breath. Even the toes of her beautiful little feet clenched and curled tightly.

"Ugh..."

When the vaginal dilator was inserted deep into her honey hole, squeezing her tender labia until it reached the cervix, the headmistress naturally pressed down the handle of the dilator. Poor Qianrong felt the cold object inside her honey hole grow larger again, squeezing her tender flesh. She cried out in pain, large drops of tears streaming down her cheeks. Qianrong shook her head frantically. All her self-respect, pride, and stubbornness vanished at this moment, leaving only the most pathetic crying and begging, "Please, don't... Waaah... Let me go... Waaah..."

Her ten slender fingers, her beautiful, long, and delicate fingernails, dug deeply into her palms. The sweat from the pain, the way her body struggled in agony, made it seem as if her delicate skin and bones might crumble at any moment, as if this flower-like beauty might wither at any instant.

"It's alright, just bear with it. The director's skills are among the best in the world. After she finishes her examination, you'll definitely be better soon."

Seeing Qianrong's suffering, the female doctor seemed to feel some pity and whispered in her ear. Her breath was sweet, her words brushing against Qianrong's ear, as if trying to soothe her tension.

But before that could happen, I would already be killed by her! "Ugh..."

But at this moment, Qianrong couldn't possibly notice the breath harassing her ear and ear canal. The poor, popular female VJ murmured in her heart, but couldn't form words.

The terrifying vaginal dilator remained inserted, tearing apart the female VJ's remaining sanity. The poor, popular female VJ cried and groaned in despair. The female dean remained unmoved, shining a small flashlight into the opened vaginal speculum, scrutinizing the tender flesh exposed outside the metal speculum, watching it writhe as if alive. She then took out a thin metal examination rod and inserted it, repeatedly touching the tender flesh and the tightly closed cervix, observing their reactions to the stimulation.

"Ugh..."

Poor Qianrong groaned in pain, her frail body twisting weakly, even her voice becoming more pitiful. The dean coldly read, "Prepare Duresiem..."

**********

...

"Hi everyone, I'm Janis!"

On the gynecological examination chair, Qianrong was still naked, her long, slender legs spread apart, lying on her back in a very shameful position, her alluring private parts completely exposed—however, slightly different from before, the makeup artist had done some simple makeup for the photoshoot. A light foundation concealed the faint black eyeliner under her eyes, caused by a sleepless night. A layer of alluring pink lipstick was applied to her delicate lips.

With the added effect of lengthening mascara, and after waiting a long time, Qianrong's eyes regained their bright and sparkling light. After wiping away the sweat, and with her newly styled and trimmed long hair—although Qianrong still had many bruises, the camera only zoomed in on her face, revealing only her delicate and beautiful features, a slender, fair neck, and a pair of alluring, rounded shoulders. The rest of her body was hidden from view, making it impossible to discern any problems from the camera's perspective. It might even lead men watching to wonder if she was actually naked in the shot.

It's fair to say that the skill of the photographer and the director were evident simply from the placement and angle of the shot. But as this alluring beauty appeared before the camera…

“Cut!”

Ni Yu roared angrily again, “Qianrong, what’s wrong with you? I want you to smile! Can’t you smile? Why do you always look like you’re about to cry? This is for you to do an advertisement, not to kill Ye E! You look so pathetic, how are they supposed to promote their product?”

Poor Qianrong didn’t dare utter a word under Ni Yu’s angry roar. Her naked body trembled with fear. Although it wasn’t the cold season, and the weather outside could even be described as quite hot, in this room, with everyone blasting the air conditioning, the naked Qianrong only felt cold all over. It was a miracle she wasn’t shivering. Adding to this, the usually proud and self-loving Qianrong was being forced to strip naked, spread her legs, and film this lousy advertisement. The sorrow welled up from the bottom of her heart. Not crying was already her limit; how could she possibly show that genuine, cheerful smile?

"Director Ni, I think Qianrong has already done her best. Let her get into character a little more, and she'll definitely be able to perform the way you need her to."

The beautiful female doctor spoke softly to Qianrong from the side.

Meanwhile, Ye Zhengshun, after pondering silently for a long time, suddenly came up with a wicked idea.

"Qianrong, if the director wants you to film, then film properly. You have to be serious when you're working! You're usually very dedicated, you know."

He stepped out from where he was standing, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and took out his phone, dialing a number.

"Hello? Aunt Zhang? Yes, this is Zhengshun! It's like this, Qianrong just said she hasn't had your cooking in a long time and misses you a lot, so I called to give you a call. You and your daughter can have a good chat, right? Yes, she's preparing for filming right now, so she's calling in her spare time."

The poor female VJ lay there miserably, thinking that she had ended up in this state entirely because of that beast Ye Zhengshun. Hearing him speak to her now, even belittling her, made her want to kill him. What nonsense are you spouting, you bastard… But when she saw him take out his phone and say those words, Qianrong's face immediately turned deathly pale. The poor, popular female VJ was almost about to shout, "What are you doing?" But when she saw Ye Zhengshun's cruel smile as he held that terrifying phone close to her, she was utterly terrified. Like a frail, helpless little girl, she frantically shook her head, shrinking back, her pale arms and small hands cowering in fear. "

No...no..."

poor Qianrong cried out in her heart, but in the end, the phone in Ye Zhengshun's hand was pressed against her round, alluring earlobe, right next to her ear. Her mother's voice came clearly from the phone.

"Qianrong?"

"Hmm..."

Helpless, although she knew Ye Zhengshun had ill intentions and wanted to humiliate her in this way, she was always strong-willed, especially known among her siblings for her independence, self-reliance, and even some rebelliousness. To avoid arousing her mother's suspicion, to maintain her pride in front of her family, and to prevent her parents from worrying, she had no choice but to answer the phone.

"How are you doing now?"

"Hmm, very well. I'm busy planning and filming those programs every day. Everything is fine."

Thinking about her current situation, being forced to film naked and having to tell her mother she was doing well, even though Qianrong was strong, the uncontrollable grievance and sadness still welled up in her eyes, turning into tears.

Poor Qianrong listened to her mother's phone call, pretending everything was alright, but how could Ye Zhengshun's humiliation of her end there? The man in human clothing, holding the phone, glanced sideways at Qianrong beneath him. Her eyes were red and swollen, struggling to suppress her grievances and sobs. Tears clung to her long eyelashes, and her small nose twitched as she sniffled. She looked utterly miserable, yet the sorrowful and helpless expression on her fair face only fueled his lust, making him feel a burning sensation in his lower abdomen, as if his penis itself was erect.

He swallowed hard and casually turned his gaze to George and Danny, giving them a wink.

After placing a finger to his lips to signal silence, the two foreign men immediately understood, exchanged a glance, and leeringly moved closer to Qianrong.

Poor Qianrong, still on the phone, watched as the two large, dark figures approached. Her already pale face turned even whiter. Her large, bright eyes were filled with terror.

Having endured days of humiliation and torment, she almost immediately understood their plan. If it were before these things happened, even if she didn't run away immediately, she would have at least cried out and refused to resist. But now, after all the torment, she had long lost all courage to resist. She watched as the two foreign men pressed down on her like two mountains, leering and spreading their four terrifying hands to grope her body. The poor, popular VJ could do nothing but shake her head uselessly, her large, tearful eyes pleading for mercy.

The tall Danny reached out and grabbed the VJ's two ravaged breasts. George leered and squatted down, his gaze fixed on Qianrong's alluring vulva.

Poor Qianrong was both shocked and terrified, but could only submit to their actions. She only hoped they wouldn't go too far and that her mother's call with her would end soon. But what she didn't know was that these two foreign women, who had been acting like sadists for the past few days, were not only highly skilled at binding and torturing people, but also had first-rate skills in lovemaking, oral, and finger techniques.

The tall Danny grinned lewdly, grabbing Qianrong's breasts with both large hands. "..."

While the popular female VJ gritted her teeth, enduring the sensitivity and pain of his fondling of her breasts, he also enjoyed the elasticity of those breasts; the plump, juicy flesh felt like two lumps of dough being squeezed between his fingers. Then, the tall white man moved one of his large hands, a few fingers, to the nipple of one of her breasts and gently kneaded it. He extended his long tongue, while his other large hand gripped Qianrong's other breast tightly, shaping the flesh into a gourd shape. This caused a sharp, unpleasant pain in Qianrong's chest, almost making her moan softly. At the same time, the tender red nipple became a hard, upward-pointing protrusion, and he licked it as if it were honey. This

gentleness, so different from the roughness of the past few days, was almost instantaneous. The moment her nipple was licked and teased by the white man's tongue, his mouth opened wide, sucking with his teeth and lips, a sensation like an electric shock immediately spread throughout Qianrong's body. Her body, previously tense with fear, involuntarily softened slightly, even her lower abdomen heaving with each breath—but even more intense was George's movements. This black man, his entire body as black as coal, pressed his tongue against Qianrong's vulva. While Danny worked on her, he directly targeted the woman's most sensitive and vulnerable spot. The

poor, popular VJ lay there in agony, her mother's voice echoing in her ears. Her nipples, stimulated by Danny's tongue and played with by his fingers, burned with a fiery heat, making her entire body feel as if it were on fire, her uterus convulsing. Even more terrifying was the pain in her lower body. Her already swollen labia, touched by the black man's tongue, caused unbearable pain that almost instantly brought her back to her senses. Instinctively, she tried to clamp her legs together to stop him from continuing. But because of the pain, her long, slender legs couldn't close; they could only spread wider, exposing her vulva even more clearly to the foreign woman.

Poor Qianrong was inwardly weeping. An indescribable sense of humiliation instantly overwhelmed her, making her almost scream and desperately try to cover herself. But George, a seasoned flirt, had already parted her tender flesh with his fingers, completely exposing her most sensitive spot—her pink clitoris.

Seeing the trembling flesh at the base of Qianrong's legs with just a slight touch, and the unnatural tension in the white flesh beside his fingers, George then placed his tongue—the one that terrified Qianrong—on that tiny clitoris, gently touching it.

"Mmm…"

"What's wrong?"

In an instant, the woman's most sensitive spot, licked by George's tongue, caused Qianrong to groan uncontrollably. Although she quickly covered her lips with her delicate hands after that groan, her mother on the other end of the phone still heard it.

"It's nothing," Qianrong explained慌张地, "It's Taoni, she was doing my nails, and I accidentally touched her hand..."

"Hey, how could you not be careful? Are you alright?"

"...No..."

Poor Qianrong shook her head painfully, forcing a smile. At this moment, her already swollen and painful vulva was invaded by George's tongue. In the unbearable pain, the most sensitive part of a woman was firmly grasped by the black man. With his big mouth sucking continuously, it felt as if her soul was being sucked out of his mouth, and the inside of her lower abdomen was moving along with it.

Poor Qianrong felt George's tongue swirling like an eel inside her honeypot, his oral skills far surpassing those of any of her boyfriends. Her delicate clitoris swelled rapidly under his sucking, waves of electric shock-like stimulation coursing through her body. With the black man's teeth scraping and biting her tender labia, gently nibbling her engorged clitoris, Qianrong felt as if she were being tormented by both ice and fire—on one hand, her body trembled with pain, wishing for death; on the other, she felt a agonizing ecstasy, her legs unable to close due to the pain, yet unable to withstand the torment of his tongue, thrusting in and out, trembling as she desperately wanted to clench them. She felt that if George continued, she would die, her mind would be ruined. Yet, the fiery torment within her body made her wish that this damned black man would speed things up, or even stop using his tongue and instead use his large member to penetrate her, relieving her suffering.

Ugh…

The poor, popular VJ desperately covered her lips with her hands, biting her teeth to suppress the increasingly lewd moans. Her long legs writhed restlessly under the stimulation of George's long tongue, quickly becoming drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted. Her breasts, full and firm, felt as if her very soul was being sucked out by Danny's sucking—she hated this white man, yet he was pinching and kneading her nipples so tightly, pulling and tugging at her breasts, causing her excruciating pain. Meanwhile, the indescribable sensation on her other breast was like an electric shock, driving her almost insane. She desperately wanted this man to suckle harder, to play with her breasts more forcefully.

Poor Qianrong endured the unbearable pleasure, afraid that even a glimpse would be heard or noticed by her mother. She looked at Ye Zhengshun in anguish, pleading with her last shred of reason, her large, watery eyes hoping he would let her go and stop torturing her. But this man, now a devil, paid no heed to her pleas, instead revealing an even more wicked smile, giving the two foreigners a thumbs-up as encouragement.

The two foreigners vigorously sucked on Qianrong's vulva, causing her limp body to writhe uncontrollably, her slender waist twisting back and forth like a water snake. If she hadn't covered her mouth with her hands and clenched her teeth with her last bit of willpower, she would have immediately let out a moan.

Honey-like fluid continuously seeped from her vulva, dripping into the black man's mouth, where he licked and smacked it noisily. Meanwhile, Danny continued to vigorously suckle and nibble on the popular female VJ's breasts, using every method imaginable. This caused Qianrong, who had suffered terribly for the past few days, to experience a strange sense of relief amidst her agonizing pain. It wasn't the men forcing her, but a genuine desire for release and enjoyment that brought a blush to her delicate skin, her passion ignited. The

poor female VJ's naked body writhed uncontrollably, her body quickly covered in sweat, making her resemble a shimmering pink mermaid. Because her long legs couldn't be closed, her two slender, jade-like feet were instead exposed, the skin on the insteps taut. Her tiny toes were curled and tightly intertwined.

"You silly child! You're always worried about gaining weight, and you never eat properly. Now that you're living abroad, you can't keep dieting like that."

"...Um..."

"How are things between you and Peter? You've been together for so long, if possible, you should get married. Women aren't like men, you can't delay things."

"...Um..."

Poor Qianrong, tears welling in her eyes, tried to suppress the uncontrollable moans that seemed to burst from her throat and chest, while still trying her best to answer her mother's questions so she wouldn't doubt her. Unable to bear it any longer, Qianrong felt her tears flowing endlessly down her cheeks. Overwhelmed with shame and sorrow, she just wanted to cry her heart out, hug those two foreigners, and have a wild, passionate time, letting them fuck her until her pussy was raw.

But in reality, that was a completely impossible dream.

"...Um...very good..."

Qianrong choked back a mouthful of food, clenching her teeth. With her delicate, scholarly hand—a gesture that would inspire admiration in any man—her jade-like fingertips formed an orchid shape as she covered her mouth. After a long pause, she finally managed to utter the second sound, "Peter and I are doing very well..."

Just thinking about that bastard Peter was almost unbearable for Qianrong; she felt as if her entire world had shattered, filled with despair, and she wanted to cry her heart out. It was better not to mention it; mentioning it only made her more sorrowful. But she couldn't tell her mother directly, so she tried to suppress her breathing. "Um, Mommy, I have to get ready to film. Let's talk another day, shall we?"

"Why are you so busy with work?"

Her mother on the other end of the phone showed a hint of displeasure. As the most beloved of her children, she truly cared for and worried about Qianrong, always feeling that although this child was already a popular female host, she was still a child who didn't really understand the realities of society.

She could feel her mother's concern, but at this moment, it was precisely this feeling that made her even more sorrowful. Adding to this was the sucking on her body by the two foreigners, their deadly tongues ravaging her vagina. The popular female VJ, unable to bear it any longer, pushed her phone away with all her might after saying those words. Her two large, teary eyes, filled with pleading, almost desperate, gazed at Ye Zhengshun, as if begging him to let her go, promising to listen to everything from now on—and almost simultaneously, she couldn't control herself and began to moan.

"Mmm…"

In an instant, unable to bear it any longer, she abandoned everything in indulgence, and immediately, Qianrong threw her head back forcefully. Beneath her slender, sweat-drenched neck, her delicate collarbone appeared even more prominent, as if it were about to burst from beneath her sweat-covered, tender skin.

Ye Zhengshun, standing beside her, was startled. He hadn't expected Qianrong to actually succumb, and thought to himself: These two foreigners are really something! He quickly pressed the receiver down and moved the phone aside, but didn't stop there. He pressed the phone against Qianrong's face.

"Please... Waaah... Please... Ugh... Brother Ye, please, please spare me... Waaah... I'll do anything you want... Ugh... Please..."

Unable to bear it any longer, Qianrong was almost completely out of her mind. She shook her head, moaning uncontrollably, desperately covering her face with her arms to hide her tear-streaked eyes, pleading in a delicate, almost weeping voice—yet at this moment, her moans were so lewd, seemingly emanating from her very bones. Under the stimulation of the two foreigners' mouths and fingers, her whole body writhed uncontrollably, completely transforming this innocent girl into a mature woman who would ignite a man's lust. Ye Zhengshun couldn't help but want to take her immediately.

"It's a deal then, you'd better do your best for the director when you film."

"Mmm... Waaah..."

Poor Qianrong couldn't control her moans and sobs. Her body felt like it was being burned by flames, and the tingling sensation from her bones made her unable to bear the torment any longer. Her mouth felt dry, and her open mouth, panting, was filled with wet saliva between her red lips and white teeth. Ye Zhengshun couldn't help but want to kiss her quickly and give her a good kiss. Even her crying eyes were misty with tears.

"Aunt Zhang! There's really nothing I can do. Qianrong is a big star now, and she's getting one job after another. She's so busy. Just now, someone called to ask her to publish a photo album. No, not like that. Don't worry, I'm watching over Qianrong. I definitely won't let her take those kinds of photos. Don't worry."

For safety's sake, Ye Zhengshun suppressed his lust and only released his phone after leaving the examination room. He then reassured Qianrong's mother for a while, giving her a long lecture and sighing that her son was too busy and never came home to visit. He continued this nagging for a long time before finally hanging up.

In the corridor, Ye Zhengshun felt an unbearable restlessness. Whether his eyes were open or closed, his mind was filled with images of Qianrong's naked body and her soft, moaning cries. "That little bitch!" Ye Zhengshun cursed inwardly, lighting a cigarette to try and suppress his lust. It was no use; he could only take two deep drags before stubbing it out and returning to the examination room.

By this time, George and Danny, the two foreign men, had already left Qianrong's body—and because of this, the two tall foreigners were muttering complaints. As for Qianrong, having displayed her arousal in front of everyone, she was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground. However, after being oral sexed by the two male actors, her entire body was numb and limp, unable to move. The burning sensation within her hadn't subsided at all; her vagina felt like it was crawling with thousands of ants, making her wish that anyone would come and have a real encounter with her.

Poor Qianrong lay there miserably, feeling like she was living a life worse than death. In extreme shame, she could only lie there naked. This feeling of falling from a height, her heart burning with desire, her body burning hot, yet having to struggle to control herself, truly made her understand what it meant to be unable to live or die.

Now, facing the terrifying director's renewed questioning, "Janis, how is it? Are you getting into the mood now?"

Poor Qianrong didn't even have the strength to answer, even if she wanted to. After panting for a while, both her upper and lower mouths remained helplessly open. One revealed glistening, luscious lips and white teeth, while the other was a messy, exposed area.

"Alright, I understand."

As a director who had helmed countless films over the years, even going so far as to have actors forced to act at gunpoint, Ni Yu naturally understood Qian Rong's current state. No matter how much he pressured her, she wouldn't show the expression he wanted today. So he didn't push her any further. However, "Okay, that's enough for today. But Janis, if you still can't smile tomorrow, I'll really have to ask Xiao Ye to bring your parents to watch you film. Don't blame me for not showing you any mercy then."

"Mmm..."

Poor Qian Rong gasped softly and nodded gently. At that moment, she would nod and agree to whatever the director said, without any ability to think—but soon after, when she regained her senses, thinking about everything that had happened there that day in that empty room, she could no longer control herself and burst into tears.

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